Silver gray clouds flung like satin sheets
across a midnight sky
The full moon rises, the night awakes,
the huntress raises cry
The prey is wary, the tension mounts,
the stakes are life and death
The huntress glides in cautiously,
the night breeze holds its’ breath
The game begins, the hunt is on,
the end already in sight
When the huntress walks the midnight earth
there is no wrong or right
The prey that wishes to be caught
is what she’s hunting for
If shadows spoke, the wind could talk,
they’d tell what she wants more
Unspoken words, a smile, a glance,
the price may be two souls
The huntress is the shy one now
game reverses roles
Her prey is closing quickly,
ends the chase that she’d begun
The huntress has surrendered,
and now the game is won

 
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