Adonis and the Boar

I ran down off the hill from her

to be set free to hunt the boar.

"Adon, Adon, I beg thee not

for by his tusks you will be caught!"

Down the ledge and through the field

I fled in haste and did not yield.

The hounds bark still, the beast must be here.

With my skill, the boar I shall spear.

The devil runs off and toward my hounds.

My feet beat harder on the grounds.

From my right hand, I heave my spear.

The beast is struck behind the ear.

It does not drop but turns its head.

Apparent to me, it wishes me dead.

Its hooves upturn the dirt

and its eyes are ready and alert.

I do not see the beast in flight.

I know there won't be much a fight.

Oh, Venus, oh, Love, where are thee now.

Of my hunt you disallowed.

Author's Note

Wanted to give it a shot. If you did not understand, this poem was based off the poem Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare. The part where Adonis is killed by the boar is not in the poem and I wanted to try to make up that part. (FYI I know this isn't the rhyme scheme Shakespeare uses. Sorry I am not skilled enough to write iambic pentameter.)