Hunter's Moon

Venture the woods in dark of night,
The blood-wined moon to be your light.
Follow the trees, deeper and deeper,
Where the willows grow thicker and thicker.
Hold your breath, don't make a sound,
Melt into the trees, close to the ground,
And watch the moon as it gracefully rises,
And fills the woods in black disguises.
Naught to be seen but figures and shapes,
A mystical world behind carbon drapes,
But you can't be fooled by the peace of the dark,
Your body's alert, your eyes have a spark.
And taking your sword, you're hunting alone,

A long, hollowed howl—

The game has begun.

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