The Hunter's Death
In the green, glossy mist
I spied a bird within the air
Hanging suspended above
For my glossed eye to see.
The life that once flowed
Now flowed out of me
As cold wires seemed to illuminate
From those soft, feathery wings.
Take me.
Don't leave me here to die.
But my fingers grow numb
As the forest fades from existence
My time is up
Gone from me
And there is a v a gu e sen se o f
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I spied a bird within the air
Hanging suspended above
For my glossed eye to see.
The life that once flowed
Now flowed out of me
As cold wires seemed to illuminate
From those soft, feathery wings.
Take me.
Don't leave me here to die.
But my fingers grow numb
As the forest fades from existence
My time is up
Gone from me
And there is a v a gu e sen se o f
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
.
.
.