The Hunt for the Sorceress

The Hunter parts the veil of the forest,

A chapaa dives deftly from the aim of his bow. The world stands still in the realm of the Sorceress. The sernuk mother stands guard at her fortress, A crackle of branches, the danger is shown. The Hunter parts the veil of the forest. Enemy and ally alike—she’s remorseless. If her heart softens, Maji only knows. The world stands still in the realm of the Sorceress.

A glimpse of dark curls and his soul sings a chorus.

A sly witch approaches, his heart is in throes. The Hunter parts the veil of the forest. Her heart is a fishing net, picky and porous. Love, it sieves through. Admiration, it holds. The world stands still in the realm of the Sorceress. The light of the sun hits the Dragon Shrine’s toruses, The start of a doomed, new love is foretold. The Hunter parts the veil of the forest, The world stands still in the realm of the Sorceress.