<description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just was it? Never what you’d expect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raw, flesh, bloodied red and dirt earth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like the taste of water sediment echoing in an empty cup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I am taken back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To a foreign land, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This terrain my skin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Transformed to a dusty rocky origin.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An old tree, wild life springs about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scorching sunset &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;quenching her thust by the mirage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A familiar sound blankets the evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drowning the silence in long melodies, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;vowels weaved through tradition of gone days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Red.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dust paints it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The night rises, like a warrior. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shadows by the blazing flame… crackling bone fire. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chest drums a language foreign to the tongue. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An ancestral chant, the warriors&amp;#39; courage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the Tree of Life, truth sits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A huntress watching. Preying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is that not just?&lt;/p&gt;
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Just was it? Never what you’d expect.Raw, flesh, bloodied red and dirt earth.Like the taste of water sediment echoing in an empty cup.Now I am taken back. To a foreign land, This terrain my skin. Transformed to a dusty rocky origin.  An old tree, wild life springs about.The scorching sunset quenching her thust by the mirage.A familiar sound blankets the evening. Drowning the silence in long melodies, vowels weaved through tradition of gone days.Red.Dust paints it all.The night rises, like a warrior. Shadows by the blazing flame… crackling bone fire. Chest drums a language foreign to the tongue. An ancestral chant, the warriors&#39; courage.On the Tree of Life, truth sits. A huntress watching. Preying. Is that not just?

Midnight Poetry

The Huntress by Herbert Innocent

The Huntress by Herbert Innocent

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