Hunter's moon The Offbeat Runars

βŠ• 𝕴 π–π–šπ–“π–™ π–™π–π–Š 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 Hunter's Moon

βŠ• 𝕴 π–π–šπ–“π–™ π–™π–π–Š 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓,
π–˜π–” π–˜π–π–Š π–π–†π–šπ–“π–™π–˜ π–’π–Š π–Žπ–“ π–—π–Šπ–™π–šπ–—π–“. 🧹🧿
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Wild deer in a halt
Chased by the hounding wind
Hunter's moon rises
Above the tree coats of many colors
Stirring the amber leaves
Casting a silver spell on the forest floor
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The night is alive with unseen eyes
Yet still, the deer stands
In the quiet glow of plum-blushed clouds
Frozen in the presence of something older
A rhythm known only to the depths under
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Its pale face full of untold stories
From the beginning of time
Of the chase, the quiet hunger
And the endless dance
Between prey and the night
Between the hunter and the hunted.
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