The Hunter- Poem

A humble brown hare with furry face and foot

Sitting still to dine on grass and root.

When the hunter drew his bow to hunt.

“Yes,” he thought, “a hare so fine and large

Would feed a family with some charge

This will be the greatest thing I’ve done.”

But a noise came out from just his right

And he turned and saw to his fright

A Wolf was prowling in the wood.

He looked at the wolf, then to the hare

“If I hunted this, who would care?

There is more to hunt, and more I should.”

So the hunter set with bow and knife

To the greatest feat he’d done in his life

A large grey wolf with fang and claw

With shepard’s sheep aloft in maw

Stopped to see if she was alone

To eat her meal and gnaw her bones

When the Hunter drew his bow to hunt.

“Yes, a wolf has run the town.

And I’ll be thanked when she is down.

This will be the greatest thing I’ve done.”

But a noise came out just to his left.

He turned and saw and was bereft.

A Brutish Outlaw on the road.

He looked to the man, then to the beast.

“No one would care ‘bout this at least.

That bandit there must be o’erthrow’d.”

So the hunter set with bow and knife

To the greatest feat he’d done in his life.

The bandit stood with club in hand

Armored up to look less than human.

The road was filled with his victims new

A carriage of nobles, now torn a strew.

With coins in hand, he roared in glee.

“Not one can stop the likes of me!”

When the Hunter drew his bow to hunt.

“Look at this man, his terror wrought.

No matter what, he must be stopped!

This will be the greatest thing I’ve done!”

But a noise came out from down below

From the hollow wide there glowed a glow

Of Dragon fire, and howlish roar.

He looked at the drake, then to the man.

“Who can best him, the p’liceman can.

He’s taken out some hundred before.”

So the Hunter set with bow and knife

To the greatest feat he’d done in his life.

The dragon growled and snarled and coiled

His breath was fire, the ground it boiled

The wings like clouds blew wind like storms

His back was thick with armor like thorns

His tail wrapped ‘round a tower tall

Inside there cried a princess small.

“HELP” she cried o’er the noises.

“He’s crushed the garden, I’ve lost all my roses!”

When the hunter drew his bow to hunt.

“Who’ll the king thank? Only me!
I may perchance become royalty!

This will be the greatest thing I’ve done!”

But a noise came out from up above

He looked and saw a mountain trove

Where lived the Eldritch Giant Yorgish Zi.

He looked at the titan, then to the tow’r.

“There’s enough of kings and worldly power.

With Yorgish blood, a GOD I will be!”

So the hunter set with bow and knife

To the greatest feat he’d done in his life.

At Mountain Top, a storm had set

The Hunter peaked, sick, cold, and wet.

But Yorgish knew of not such man

For he was mightier than all the land.

While his head was though to pierce the sky,

His feet deep down in the valley lied.

Skin was it, or clay and earth?

The cosmos bent around his girth.

His eyes, if they could be called

Could see for ages, remembered all.

The hunter drew his bow to hunt.

“A titan so, but if he fell,

And if his blood I were to quell…

This will be the greatest thing I’ve ever done.

He heard no noise of hare or beast

The goal in front was all to see.

He heard no noise of man or drake

The prize of all was his to take.

And So he pulled his bow and cried

“Yorgish Zi, you’ve met your fate

I’ve travelled far and came this way

And by tonight one of us shall die!”

Yorgish turned and saw the child.

So sick and small and wet and mild

And asked him “Boy, why did you come

Against the dragon, bandit, wolf?

You’ve undertook not near enough

Since the time you’ve left your home.

Without good armor nor a shield,

What would make you think I’d yield?

How well did you think you’d fare?

You’d take me down with just a bow?

It hasn’t felled a single foe.

If it’s all the same, I’d rather fight the hare.”