Hunter

Wed, 07/26/2017 - 16:36 -- mjojo98

You feasted on the bear, the bird, the boar;

I was the one who brought them to your door.

 

Are princesses so blind to who supplies

The panther’s pelts where you so often lie?

 

Your jewelry hangs on antlers on the wall.

They were my present and my silent call.

 

I thought that one with face so fair must be

As fair of heart as I would ever see.

 

She sent me to destroy you with my bow.

I bought you time but still you did not know.

 

She lodged between my shoulder blades a knife,

This was the price I paid to save your life.

 

And you became somebody else’s wife.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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