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.
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.
