Broken Arrow
By the Grace of God
You became Hunter
In the Black Forest of wolves
You were lured by a chamois
To run after him
But you fell from precipice
And bled to death
I was the Master of the Boat
I was to take you to the City of
Dead
A whirlpool traversed my boat
And captures her
Then, I was dead, too
Guide lost the Path of Wisdom
Hunter became hunted!
2012-02-23
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