The sound of your name was a bang!
It startled all the critters.
In the mad scramble for cover,
I didn't even flinch.
Between the quiet breaths and stillness
I remind and call myself survivor
No longer bait
No longer prey
I recognize this danger
Your arrows flew and found their mark
Though you barely took your aim
And in the space of just two heartbeats
I was made victim once again.
You have a keen, sharp, knack, Once Lover,
For making healed scars bleed.
You make entry wounds tear from the inside
From your games for fun and not for need.
Like how you brought me down four summers past
And while there helpless you just took and left
I mourned your loss, I called you careless
But I would never have thought you cruel.
When I found that you had used
The same eyes, same mouth, same blade
That still dripped, sleek and warm with my scarlet
To cut some other doe eyes dead
What awesome skills you have my Hunter
That you had gone and stabbed and tricked her
But it is I, now, who's reeling and bleeding.
But I will land on my feet
And lick my wounds as before,
Because for all your clever lies, damned poacher
You forget I have nine lives.