Hunt

A poem about my LAMF persona :3

Fingers gently touch the braid of vines and hair.
They dance across it gently to sooth its worries.
It bends so delicately within the gentle tug.

Wind always finds itself dancing in her strands of hair.
So brown like the finest of earths dust
Green eyes glisten in the suns brightest rays.

Feathers fallen from the greatest of birds
Blow back and fourth in her dance like movements
Leaves rustle as a barefoot rests itself on them for a moment

Loose garments around her waist make it easy to sneak
Hunting is never a game here in the woods
Pointed ears perk up when life is close by

In hunting things are never a waste
In war she’ll always make sure you’re safe
As the bow holds it’s arrow they part

Reviews

[Bard Constantine]

Nicely set atmosphere, you can feel the setting, the tension of the bow and its owner. Great writing...