The tracker has his mark
he shot her as she yelped and barked
now he hunts her down
there is blood in the snow
The hunter knows his prey is not far away
he knows it will not be long to the timber wolf has gone
she the last of her kind, had cubs last years
but hunters found her hide and demolished them with spears
Now she limps and drags her wounded bleeding leg
how crimson is the blood on the white snow
she howls to the moon as it appears
knowing her death is imminently near
There is no mercy where the hunters heart resides
for he wants her life and her coat of glory, her hide
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
The tracker has his mark
he shot her as she yelped and barked
now he hunts her down
there is blood in the snow
The hunter knows his prey is not far away
he knows it will not be long to the timber wolf has gone
she the last of her kind, had cubs last years
but hunters found her hide and demolished them with spears
Now she limps and drags her wounded bleeding leg
how crimson is the blood on the white snow
she howls to the moon as it appears
knowing her death is imminently near
There is no mercy where the hunters heart resides
for he wants her life and her coat of glory, her hide
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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