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Dear Hunter
Oh, dear Hunter!
What is the the urgent gait of the prey,
Without the chase?
The quickening
Of steps,
Of hearts?
Tracks in the earth
Leading to the overtaken beast.
The arrow,
Without the follow through?
Do you not sight your target,
With the intention to submit it to your will?
Follow the trail of spray,
To where it pools in crimson puddles?
Where are the horns that you wish to take?
To treasure?
To mount,
With pleasure?
What is the the urgent gait of the prey,
Without the chase?
The quickening
Of steps,
Of hearts?
Tracks in the earth
Leading to the overtaken beast.
The arrow,
Without the follow through?
Do you not sight your target,
With the intention to submit it to your will?
Follow the trail of spray,
To where it pools in crimson puddles?
Where are the horns that you wish to take?
To treasure?
To mount,
With pleasure?
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