*A master's whistle commands,
On a hunt, to the hounds,
To chase and not fail,
The deer's blood scented trail
Scraped by a swift arrow,
Flying through the nest of a true sparrow
Tearing apart,
The hatchling, from it's young spirit
The broken soul of its mother,
And bloodstain, on her quill feather*
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
*A master's whistle commands,
On a hunt, to the hounds,
To chase and not fail,
The deer's blood scented trail
Scraped by a swift arrow,
Flying through the nest of a true sparrow
Tearing apart,
The hatchling, from it's young spirit
The broken soul of its mother,
And bloodstain, on her quill feather*
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