Secret songs of mighty power
Waves crash forth and all devour
Shaft is long and tip is sharp
As bow song rings out from the dark
Light the light that doesn't burn
Let's sing the song that doesn't turn
Then from the woods the shout rings out
Telling all theirs game about
The hunter's eye is quick and keen
Just like a falcon on its game
As single fletch streaks from the dark
To down the bore whose tusks are great
Single arrow decides your fate
Hunting, ones only dread
To miss the game to which the shaft has fled
So practice good and practice hard
So you can count on daily bread
Sing secret songs of mighty power
As bow relaxes and devours
'The games afoot '
'Aye ! Their all on display '
'Quiver be full ?'
'Aye '
'Then hunting be good ' he shouted
As to the woods the archers strode
Singing secret songs of mighty power
Into the woods there to devour !
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Poems in the Dark
PoetryShort exploratory poetry.. and some fun. Feelings, Questions. Statements. NOW Includes A new form of poetry I spend hours and days designing and developing. I call it "Twiin Poetry" or a "Twiin Poem" Its two poems that can be read a...
