Hunter’s Gift

The misty forest
Cold and deep
Stalking with ill intent
Wet leaves of silence
Wilderness smells as guidance
Laughter I hear far away
A melody of many
Sounds of feminine youth and play
Follow the music
My ears lead the way
Leaves become dry
Air grows slowly warm
The mist a golden blanket aglow
Nothing here appears old
The grove ahead
Stands a white tree
Five maidens sway and dance
Circling so free
Singing and laughing
Clothes made of mist
Oh what a sight to see
Vibrant and life filled
Daughters of natures peak
With hair of autumn red
And summer gold
Winter white
And midnight bright
Nectar filled flowers of spring
I feel no wind
Yet it appears a breeze blows
Life bloom at the feet
A floating step that does not meet
I have passed the hedge
Fey have beckoned me ahead
Never one to to only stare
Put down the gun
Make your presence bare
They stop to see
Eyes wondrous and free
Like foxes of sly luaghter
They dance behind the trees
Eyes peak around
Curious and with no frown
A lingering thought
A feeling that leads the way
Follow us follow us
Come with us and stay
Upon unknown breeze cannabis I smell
Or perhaps I am under a spell
Ahead they dance
Skipping away
Looking ever behind they sway
Come follow this way
You belong with Our Kind
Crossing over a stream of mead
Oh what magic I taste and see
Why do you seduce me so
All my wishes they know and sow
As they spiral and float
Follow us they silently spoke
The champion’s portion awaits
A glass never empty
A pipe ever burns up ahead
Follow us follow us
Never mislead
Leave the empty world behind
Follow us follow us
You belong with Our Kind

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