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Farewell

A hunter creeps through the woods

with but an arrow, and his bow.

A soft gallop is heard in the distance

though the hunter keeps along his path.

The gallop grows gently louder

as a deer is seen, just standing.

Being too far for his bow,

the hunter delicately creeps

nearer and nearer to the lone deer.

Now the gallop is much greater.

The hunter remains undisturbed,

he carefully positions his arrow.

The deer stares deeply into the gallop.

The hunter pauses, for a mere second.

Then, as if for no reason at all

the deer takes off in fright,

the hunter leads his target appropriately

he releases the arrow through the trees.

Everything, it seems, is rapidly consumed

by the brightest of flashes.

As the godly glow fades,

the hunter regains his sight

and he can see the deer walking, unharmed.

Something else lies straight ahead

slowly dying, with an arrow piercing its heart.

A gorgeous white horse

with red down its side.

The hunter approaches his unfortunate kill.

When he is close, he feels tears inside

for the horse had raised its head.

A head much like a horse’s,

safe the horn, glowing dimly above it.