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The
two of them were on the run.
They
were two, but thought as one.
Two
hunters, now hunted by man
Are
driven away from their land.
Two
were running, but one would stay,
So
that his mate might get away.
To
draw them off he stood his ground
To
let his loved one slip around.
Their
hate was strong. Their anger flared.
Not
even one life would be spared.
Their
thirst for blood opened season
To
shoot and kill without reason.
A
lightning flash, an awful sound-
A
mighty force then knocked him down.
The
smell of blood, the burning pain-
He
felt his life begin to wane.
With
all his strength he looked to see
His
mate was safe, and running free.
He
tried once more to raise his head.
The
lightning flashed. …He was dead.
The
day is over. It is done.
Once
there were two. Now there is one,
One
solitary wolf … alone.
In
the night you can hear her moan.
The
price of hate runs far too high
When
it may cause someone to die.
When
he saved her, he paid the cost.
She
cries for love that she has lost.
~Author~
Glen Pysell
Copyright
2001
The midi you are listening to is......"Deer Hunter"
Please... Do not copy or reproduce without written permission from the author.
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