Formerly fertile fields,
Snow shielded,
I trace a delicate
Track.
Steps twisted and
Tortuous I trail, a
Pattern of promise, a
Gait enticing, a
Lure, livid enchantment
To trap my hunter's
Heart, onward drawn
'Till one rosy dawn
Illumes my elusive prey.
That morn I use my
Hunter's horn in
Hurried passion's howl.
Distract, entrap and catch
My wily witch, a prize
I find to hold a heart
As black as all the
Naked nights of
My fool's pursuit.
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