There's no count
of how many years passed
since that time
of the great hunt
but as I reflect
upon my failure
water rises to my eyes
like an ever-flowing stream
Holding back the tears
whilst standing tall
maintaining my pride
in hopes I don't fall
I continued to hunt
for it was my sworn duty
to appease the spirits
of the winter hunt
and so I waited
for my prey once again
to show itself once more
so that I may strike
Hlding back the tears
whilst standing tall
maintaining my pride
in hopes I don't fall
The time had come
for me to attack
with my weapon in hand
i aimed for my target
but tricked by the spirits
they had me as a fool
for my prey once again
slipped away from me
