A vulpine trick
Of a howling wolf
Of a rowing fisherman
That illuminate in their eyes
That trickle from their tongues
To trap their prey
And it''s the time,
Of fishes fleeting in the fortress of Nereid
Of deer leaping in the lap of Diana
For depart from their world
To a world of hunter
To their an unseen spence of hunger
It's time to depart
Of deer leaping in the lap of Diana...(the goddess of the hunt) . You know your stuff! This imagery is so just simply so amazing. My heart is beating out of my chest!
Full of passionate and vigour, I love this. The land of the hunters is one not often travelled to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There many words to say good bye. But each word is cruel enough to torment our brain leaving us demented! Bye-bye, Cheerio, Adios are few which brings sadness! However, yet again it is the use of imagery which captures the heart of the reader with fine grip! Poet this poem is Marvelously done!