The Mantle

started with one word.... mantle... hello muse.. .. not sure where you are taking me but thanks.. .I like!

Attack of the mantle
Release of the fall

I don't want to be here
not once not at all

My begin screams to run
Only instincts hold my call

I twitch and hold my stance
Feeling the hunters cross-hairs I must flee   .... NOW

I run the endorphins kick in.. adrenaline kick and fast faster.. fastest... i go on


the hunter hits is mark. a cross bow to the heart.. above the mantle my head rests..  i stare at you and you feel my loss

my only regret is the loss of love.. lost to the hunters true mark..
The unborn fawns lost to eternity .. the fruit of my loins never to see light.... 

Reviews

[Valentine]

Aww,,,I love to see the deer running and playing with their young..We live in the country and it is wooded and forest, cattle farms etc..So I get to see them on our property all of the time..Beautiful animal, I would rather their was no hunting but..being a female, I guess men would call me a sissy for not hunting..Nice job here..lola nd God bless..Kathie

[SM Davis]

wow! I love those projects that are meant to get the creative juices flowing. It is a very interesting piece and I think I enjoy the solitude turned panic of the piece. This would make an excellent prose project. 100 daisies for effort and creativity.

[Adela Muresan]

wow. that was great :)
the feeling that your words transmit is very captivating.
i look forward in reading more of your stuff.

[Bette]

well done