It's Victory, Hunters!

Mystic cobweb,
Purple blossoms,
Dew beads on tender grass-lets,
One picturesque fountain,
Twinkling of merry stars in one dark firmament,
Scintillating moon-lit streams-
reflecting dreams
of nascent thoughts, subdued emotions.
One mother nature, blissfully adorned
to bestow on her beholder-
the blessings of myriad imaginations.

Men tend to blend the two-
the nature within and without
into one reign of rampage,
killing beasts, craving feasts
with a pride in the lackluster
of spiteful intent.

Trees groan,
Leaves falter.
Birds perish,
Tigers teeter-
On the brink of being extinct.

Left are the leaves withered.
Drenched are the tender grass-lets
with oozing blood of gallant soldiers..

Why fear, victory's on our way,-
Cheers to all haunting Hunters!

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

the last two stanzas really brought the piece together, I really liked this. Well done!