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[bodytext] => Brought up on the warrior's creed Trained to fill the village need No better hand at sword or bow Into the forest she would flow A wisp of air A whisper of leaves The stalking trek The huntress weaves Black armor of leather Breaches skin tight Her silhouette But a shadow In darkenwoods light While hunting one day A trail she would cross A bend of a twig A smearing of moss Sparking her interest She quit hunting that day To follow this sign Wherever it may Whoever it was She knew it as man The way that it wanders No purpose or plan Strange it seems It stumbles and falls Like a drunkard’s swagger Bumping the walls She found the intruder Laid out by the stream Movements all jerky As if fighting a dream Broad shouldered Brown hair Streaked by the sun Stepping closer She wonders "Could this be the one" Foretold by the seer Past carnival day That love would find her In just such a way Of love and of men None she had known The lot of the huntress Was sleeping alone She knew in the instant Their eyes met Struck by the knowledge Her future was set The longing of yesterdays Finally at rest Holding true love The end of her quest He looked on the face Of a heavenly sight And said "Love I've found you" Then slipped into night She placed her hand On his quivering chest Cradled his head On to her leather-cupped breast She had found her true love And said her goodbye Shaken by sorrow Whispering why She sat there rocking Tears streaking her cheek For what she had lost By darkenwoods creek With pain so great Why don't I Bleed Weeps the daughter Of the woodsman's seed Many years later She would relive the day Sitting by the fire Her hair streaked in gray Her love's features sharp Her vision clear still Not clouded with mistrust Nor conflicts of will She sat there smiling At a young woman's plea And how it was answered By the heart of a tree Pulp tea the seer Pressed her that day Held the gate open The fever at bay Two became one As foretold by the fates In the manner of love And meaning of mates [comments] => 4 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 43 [informant] => mr_alleycat [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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