An eye for an eye
as the Hunter’s say,
took a heart for a kill,
led him rogue as the very first kill, draws blood through his soul!
The beauty that he sees through a rampage he starts,
through every kill,
every drop of blood.
He now seeks kindness from the very creature he brought down.
Asking forgiveness tho he had guilt in his heart.
Under the trees are his shelter
where he only wish to live.
The Forest is his home,
Where he learned to live
Hunters blood which drives through his veins,
is still in there,
Causing chaos in him while he goes through the pain.
As he said “hunting is poetry tho it carries different emotions to different people”
He refused to give up, but calling him cruel,
gets carried away.
he seeks a cure!
Excellent words