Enchanted (A Collection of Poetry)

the arrow of a hunter

an arrow flashes straight,

spinning, into the woods.

in its blade clasps a flicker of hope.

never cease, abide, soar.

whoosh directly in the dark of night-

find your prey, take my force, aye.

you have to reach his heart

or simply wound his appendages,

capture him through distances.

you need to. for i must

kill to ease our famine.

and i will not just stand here gawking.

many creatures wander

in the deep woods, hunting,

i am also a creature, a hunter.