Night-hunt

something new, yay.

Once again the sunset falls,
casting dark upon the livings.
The cruel moon collecting tolls
from the poor wretched beings.

I, unlike the most of you
have gone through shadows, deep and deep,
I rose from the chosen few,
cursed to never, ever sleep.

Wandering the darkened road
of forests, I have never stopped
seeking goddess that I loathe;
my will for vengeance never dropped.

The head of my clan once she cursed,
entering within his sleep,
images and visions burst
with a single slash and leap.

The living night incarnation -
this is what she claimed to be,
his only path of hope, salvation,
but who she truly aimed to free?

Dreamless he became since then,
spreading this throughout his kin -
such the tale speaks of when
this Royal Hunter’s life has been.

Fearless, now I stand and vow:
till my piercing bolts go blunt,
to slay this goddess-creature foul,
the night itself is what I hunt.

Author's Note

Written from the point of view of one of my characters (a huntress), presenting her vow and goals.

Reviews

[Moonie]

You've used some excellent rhymes in here... I like how you present what is in the heart of this huntress and how much she loathes the goddess...the poem speaks of a bigger story in which this might fit like a perfect piece...well done, says I! :)))

[elvenom]

Thank you so much for the kind words and review, faierest. Yes, there is truly a bigger picture here and one day it shall be unraveled. Also, I'm really happy to see you here again :)

[M. L. F.]

I'm hard to impress, but you've done so here.. I like it... really like it.. Nice imagery throughout, and most of all it's fierce! Power poetry is the best. Some of these stanzas are really stunning. Thanks for sharing.
.... Misty

[elvenom]

Aww, thank you so much! Feels so good to receive a review after I've been away for a while. You have all my gratitude. *smiles*