The sky is asking for mercy,
The earth echoes the sky.
The Winds are getting colder.
All men must die.
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Hunters getting all ready,
Watchdogs are off the leash,
Lords saying goodbye to ladies,
Bound by will and wish.
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The minds are all set on hunting,
The hearts are yearning for blood
They ride out before it's started,
Soil nurtured by crimson floods.
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Their eyes can outsee the eagle,
Their voices outcry the horns,
They're hunting down the spirits,
Unburdened by flesh and bone.
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They're chasing away the lost ones,
The hunt of one thousands hosts,
Don’t go where the black wings gather,
You will not escape the storm.
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The sky is asking for mercy,
The earth is awash with blood,
The huntsmen are getting closer.
All men...
Great poem! ust mentioned this wild hunt in a post for today that is about the celebration of the mother on Midwinter's Eve.
Ffffanks)