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The Wild Hunt
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Zhuhe PM
A snippet that wouldn't get out of my head and after much work got turned in to this... A poem about the most feared (and cursed) group of fey.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Fantasy/Tragedy - Words: 183 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 10-02-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3062617
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This is my first published poem so please review and tell me what you think. Also if you do criticize, please do it in a non-blunt honest manner in order to not scare this newbie back into her hole! Also please forgive the odd formatting of this poem, word was not cooperating today...

And without further requests that you may not read anyways...

The Wild Hunt

To man-made time,
They pay no heed
Riding alone
Eternally.

To metal spires,
So proud and tall,
They ride past
No glance at all.

Through desert sands,
And mountain's ire,
Riders ride,
And never tire.

The Huntsman calls
His ghastly band,
Trapped they are
With bows in hand.

And to their prey,
Like Death they fall.
Doomed to hunt,
Till Judgment's call.

Riding proudly,
Too strong, too quick,
Morning comes
And fade like mist.

And so my child,
Do no harm, and
Never join
That curse'd throng!

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