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Huntress
Many a night I've gone
to stand beneath your window
to weave my web of words
in hope to trap your wary heart
and many a night, proud stag
have you eluded me.
But I am a patient huntress
and as the night wraps skeins of blue
around the moon's drift of silver thread
I have worn my cloak of midnight
awaiting you in the dark.