ÀÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄThe Hymn of the High HuntÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ¿



Come floating in a yellow sky
Beyond the clouds so very high.
Until the Land seems far away
The Earth turns 'Round, Night turns to day.
The Dawn sets on her misty deed
The Wind, he blows in on his Steed.
The Wind Plays On His Brazen Horn
From Curving Bell a Sound is Born.
The Hounds of Night come running Forth
Behind their Master, heading North.
The Wind goes North, Hounds close behind
The Chase is On, to Hunt the Hind.
As White as Snow, the Hind then Fled
Up to the Yellow Sky, now Red.
The Wind had hunted Wolves and Boar
Come Dusk the Hind would be no More.
The Wind he swore he'd have its head
By Sun-set it would be stone Dead.
The Blood-Red sky moves swiftly Back
It turns to Cool White, then to Black.
The Hind, horns pointing to the Sky
Leaps to the Night, a desperate try.
The Wind draws back his glinting Bow
He pulls it taut, and then lets go.
The spinning shaft, with awesome might
Flies Past the Hind, into the Night.
The Wind then drew the Spear of Stone
As it was launched, the Hind did moan.
For in the flank the Hind was struck
The Hounds drew near, the Hind did buck.
But all that was to no avail,
The Hunt drew on, through darkened dale.
The Hind hid midst a shrubber's Maze
Wind followed through, got stuck for days.
The Hind came through the other end
Though Night-bred Hounds were back a bend.
They all came loose, the Hind was free
And veered past Wind, behind a tree.
The Wind did Curse, and drew his Knife
And vowed the Hind would lose his Life.
But as the Hounds and Wind drew near,
The Hind slowed down, eyes full of Fear.
It lay down near a mossy brook,
Gazed on the Wind, and then it shook.
It took a drink, looked up and sighed,
then closed its eyes and there it died.
Wind sheathed his knife, got on his steed,
and contemplated Death and Greed.
He parted Home, far to the East
and left the Great and Noble Beast.






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