Wither -CBH

Wither

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Arrows ready,

beast in plain sight.

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I aim as I was taught

with bow drawn I pray my

quarry is prepared to die,

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I'm taken by surprise,

my prey's revenge

manifests in a

backfire

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Shooting pain

in my left eye

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Pouring red, staving

off shock I realize it's

just a matter of time

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Spine shivers,

good eye's on

one last prize

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I establish camp

in a quiet panic

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Fading vision

brushed aside

so I may lie

peacefully

to die

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Ashamed

of my need for

target and quiver

I gaze into crystal

water hoping for

a glimpse of my

forgiver before

darkness falls

and I abide