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BadGirl45
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In a time and place a long time ago I wrote poetry that no one read. With the unfolding of recent events I have revisited my past. So i wanted to share some of m yold work and hopefully in the future, some of my new.
The hunt
The steeds of the hunt for their riders wait
As they approach with silent gait
The riders number women four
Their horses at the ground they paw
With impatient snorts as their saddles they take
To be on with the hunt before the days break
With effortless leap the riders mount
Away they ride before moments can count
Out of the forest in effortless canter
Down toward the nighttime village banter
The horses heat through flesh they feel
Their weapons cold from the steel
From under the moonlit night they ride
Now that the daylight has gone to hide
Four horses with steaming breath
One coloured and one as pale as death
One of them black and the last a bay
Across darkened fields they make their way
With forceful gallop through the village they go
With blood chilling shrieks through the night they flow
The people of the village flee
Away from the hunters laughter of glee
Once every summer their need is just
To satisfy the curse of blood lust
With chains of steel they ensnare their prey
With whips of leather her flesh they flay
The bard is their chosen game
Forever branded by their flame
For their amusement she will play
Until her life ebbs and dies away
For a year they keep their chosen just
For them to use when ever they lust
With hunger and love they keep her alive
They need her blood for them to thrive
With blades of steel her flesh they cut
With tongues of flame the wounds heal shut
Until at last her strength gives out
And with her last breath they pout
For then it is time once more
Out of the forest they pour
Once again they must hunt
It is there hunger they need to blunt
The hunt
The steeds of the hunt for their riders wait
As they approach with silent gait
The riders number women four
Their horses at the ground they paw
With impatient snorts as their saddles they take
To be on with the hunt before the days break
With effortless leap the riders mount
Away they ride before moments can count
Out of the forest in effortless canter
Down toward the nighttime village banter
The horses heat through flesh they feel
Their weapons cold from the steel
From under the moonlit night they ride
Now that the daylight has gone to hide
Four horses with steaming breath
One coloured and one as pale as death
One of them black and the last a bay
Across darkened fields they make their way
With forceful gallop through the village they go
With blood chilling shrieks through the night they flow
The people of the village flee
Away from the hunters laughter of glee
Once every summer their need is just
To satisfy the curse of blood lust
With chains of steel they ensnare their prey
With whips of leather her flesh they flay
The bard is their chosen game
Forever branded by their flame
For their amusement she will play
Until her life ebbs and dies away
For a year they keep their chosen just
For them to use when ever they lust
With hunger and love they keep her alive
They need her blood for them to thrive
With blades of steel her flesh they cut
With tongues of flame the wounds heal shut
Until at last her strength gives out
And with her last breath they pout
For then it is time once more
Out of the forest they pour
Once again they must hunt
It is there hunger they need to blunt
