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THE HUNTER'S MARK by Bhengu SS

I was once a victim of the hunter's chase,
Caught between the teeth of the race,
Survival may have been won,
But bruises, scars, wounds, I carry on.
The beast's hot breath, its eyes aglow,
Forever etched, a memory to show.
Its marks, my body, a testament to tell,
Of a battle fought, a hellish dwell.

No longer the prey in the hunter's game,
My spirit stays strong, forever the same.
A survivor, a fighter, unbroken,
No longer the victim, but a force, outspoken.
I rise from the ashes, the scars a reminder,
That courage, strength, a will can't be hindered,
For in the end, I fear not the hunter's snare,
But the strength of my own soul's lair,
For it's not the chase,
But the triumph of my spirit's sacred space.
Victorious, I stand, a story to share,
A hunter's victim no more, for my soul is now bare.