the hunter

his failing strength shines through his teeth

stepping lightly through the snow
the hunter gathers his running speed
and notch'd quickly on his silent arrow
his failing strength shines through his teeth

and lifts up a voice to shout below
"the valley is gone you humble elk,
the valley is gone you carrion crow"
and the land was gone, of honey and milk

eden-town with it's back all broke,
where a hunter stood to shoot it down.
"i am man and i prevail, so
let yourselves be present now"

and the woodlands bowed
and said to the hunter in a growl
"you have asked, and we say no
can we not live amongst the proud?

you men are so quick to chop our oaks
and burn our soil for gold.
can we not live with simple folk
who appreciate our olden toil?

the hunter let forth his arrow
and struck the forest's bones
and when he exposed the marrow
he laid down and died alone.