Hunted - By Kibbolt

A Mage Hunter Poem

Lead astray, where did they go?
The haunting forest won’t leave me alone.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
If I don’t think quick, I may certainly die!

The eyes are on the hunt for my precious skin,
Chasing me through, with their pack of kin,
Weary legs, keep me upright,
until I may finally escape their sight.

A reprieve, a moment of rest,
no time to dawdle, you surely jest.
I must find them, they can’t be far,
maybe I’ll get out with only a scar,

The beasts hunt once more in this terrible night,
Heart racing in a panicking freight.
The campfire is now in my sight,
May these warriors win this fight!

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