On The Hunt

I am the huntress

Stalking the morning tundra

My shiny cold sword on my hip

And my green eyes clear and ready

I hear the dry earth crackle beneath my boots

I smell the moist soil and the moisture from the fog

The moon is yellow bright

I can feel her energy as she guides me cutting through the dark

I comb the land in search of human souls

Both male and female to elevate my spirit

Some days I go without

Thirsty and starved for interaction

Laughter and direction

I am both hunter and the game

No one has taken me down

Nor I have captured Thee one

My walk continues….