#huntress
Hunting through the woods she would go
She would look at the animals as she heard the river flow
In the night, she hunted,
all kinds of animals –birds who flew or cats who grunted
As quiet as the night, she moved all around the green forest,
And stared at the sun while at rest
The unusual heat made her whole body shiver
Hypnotized by the bright light,
She slowly let down her quiver
The fire of the sun went inside her soul
Her eyes brightened with amber and her body had flown
She once again went into the night,
But now animals saw her with fright
No longer the silent huntress
Now a creature of fire and an immortal goddess
Instead of running, the animals bowed down
The birds took a bark and crafted a crown
The bears build a throne for her of black wood
The lions by her, on their four legs they stood
The moon shone as she was coronated
She turned into a new woman as she incinerated
She sat on the throne with her arms rested on the side
She had now become the Fire in the Night.
-Grisha. S
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 5:41 AM UTC
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*Swift-footed huntress
Life and death hangs on footrace
Love fierce like lions*
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Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 7:25 AM UTC
Huntress
by Michael R. Burch
after Baudelaire
Lynx-eyed, cat-like and cruel, you creep
across a crevice dropping deep
into a dark and doomed domain.
Your claws are sheathed. You smile, insane.
Rain falls upon your path, and pain
pours down. Your paws are pierced. You pause
and heed the oft-lamented laws
which bid you not begin again
till night returns. You wail like wind,
the sighing of a soul for sin,
and give up hunting for a heart.
Till sunset falls again, depart,
though hate and hunger urge you—On!
Heed, hearts, your hope—the break of dawn.
Originally published by Sonnetto Poesia. Keywords/Tags: Baudelaire, cat, catlike, cruel, creep, creeping, claws, paws, talons, huntress, heart, prey, hate, hunger, alliteration, sonnet
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 3:25 AM UTC
Pay dirt
Eyes her target
Sit just so & sit tight
Let him think that he's the hunter, then
******* fish
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
I am a huntress.
I sink my teeth into what is mine until I draw blood
My prey never comes easy
I am a huntress.
I lurk and linger around until I find what I crave
My prey is left scarred with teeth marks
I am a huntress.
I do not fear the darkness, in fact I strive in it
My prey will not see me coming
I am a huntress.
I protect what is mine and I will attack any predatory threat
My prey is mine and mine only
I am a huntress.
I hunt down hearts near and far and I keep them entrapped within me
My prey does not know how good he has it
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
She was the fighter, the rebel
Hidden behind cherry lips
Pale and slender, a voice that would make you surrender
With eyes like an eclipse
Carefully plotted schemes she carried,
Delicate steps she always took
Armed with an army of mischievous intentions
She played the good girl well, but she was undoubtedly a crook
Ask any man, he'll tell you so
She had a reputation like no other
If you'd met her, you'd surely wish you hadn't
They call her the Heart Hunter.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
A beautiful maiden
guided by the moonlight
hunting in the dark woods
with nothing but
her arrows and pride.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC