THE HUNTING GIRL

            HUNTING GIRL

            © Robert  C BURNHAM

She rides upon a black steed as she travels beyond the sun

She is a bold hunting lass willing to fight

No man has been able to contain her or entice her with their strength

She boldly chooses the ones who will share her night

The woman is strong, her heart is hammered out like hardened steel

Only her black mount comes close to her love

She has ridden him through the fires of Hell and to the end of the Earth

Just her & the stallion - no help from man or God above

Relying on her conditioned courage and her savage, unmatched beauty

The warrior-girl holds her life and destiny in her own hands

With no need for the comfort of men or their masculine protection

She rides on alone ignoring and eluding the common bands

With sword by her side and crossbow across her back

Unafraid of dying and unafraid to kill

Many of her enemies are left strewn upon the road

The ones left living were lucky to find favor in her will

She harbors no sentiment nor does she carry keepsakes

Such things have proven trivial she finds them a bore

When wounded in battle she continues on undaunted

The powerful rhythm of her steed will mend any sore

Entire worlds are her domain by remaining strong she keeps at peace

Idle quarreling abhors her, she will not fight when there's no gain

She keeps her senses whole and her wit to a cutting edge

Never will she allow an emotion to cause her any pain

Her pale skin is a stark contrast to the black coat of her ride

Although her exact heritage remains a mystery

I have often spotted her riding alone into the night

Wondering if she would have me, in the darkness by the sea

But I won't pursue the dream - I have become accustomed to her ways

It would be easier to turn sand into gold

So it is from afar that I will worship my little hunting girl

Maybe someday she'll discover her heart but now she's just too bold.