Human Days a.k.a The Hunt

Since my human days had come to an end,
I was transformed into this ruthless bird of prey
with talons big and strong enough to pierce
any heart through the thickest of hides and kill,
instantly and my beak, razor sharp and
like a dagger curved that can pluck out any eyes
with a single flick of my muscular neck
and I don’t miss my human days too much.

Now I soar high above the softly floating clouds
and let my eyes roam across the painted world.
Now I can see the pain of life on their faces
and dip my talons in their warming blood with ease.

In your love, O Artemis, I’m now a hunter for life
and I vow to hunt you down too, to ask for once, “But why?”



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