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The Huntsmen


Afar the hunter rises to tread

the path above, while I stand down

below and marvel, bound by my

humility.


Am I, a man of lower birth,

fit to tread his path? He shines

above us all, but I am bound

below.


His thrice jeweled belt is seen by all

and children call his name. Oh, who

below can rise and follow on such

a plane?


Ready the ship! Prepare to rise

and meet him where he stands. Tonight

I’ll meet him face to face upon

that plane.


The world I know melts away,

but still we fly ahead. Afar

I see him smile from his perch

and laugh.


“Oh foolish man who tries to tread

my path: to walk where those immortal

stand. Mark how far you have 

to fall.”

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