Hunter

Woodland's heart revealed,
Hunter's soul, in beauty, swayed,
Nature's love, entwined.

Leaves whispered their song,
Passion bloomed, a fleeting waltz,
Love, a fragile bond.

Time's cruel touch did part,
Nature's essence, now adrift,
Hunter's heart, bereft.

Autumn leaves now weep,
Nature's beauty fades to dusk,
Love's echo, still.

In sorrow's grip, his mind did twist and fray;
Sister's hand, in mercy, led him far away.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Mayan, in the year 928 AF.