12-04-2025, 10:58 PM
A snow moon eyes the spring thickets
Two worlds exist, in mirrored aim
Wood kings skulk to singing crickets
Alone and proud, of regal frame
The swift prize takes to frantic flight
Its hinds ache, breath burning with flame
Joy and misery, bound in rite
Together meld in sacred game
The game ends; one's eyes lose light
Two worlds existed. One remains
To live to take, to live again
To wheel the world through costly gain
Especially open to metrical tips, though any critique is welcome.
Two worlds exist, in mirrored aim
Wood kings skulk to singing crickets
Alone and proud, of regal frame
The swift prize takes to frantic flight
Its hinds ache, breath burning with flame
Joy and misery, bound in rite
Together meld in sacred game
The game ends; one's eyes lose light
Two worlds existed. One remains
To live to take, to live again
To wheel the world through costly gain
Especially open to metrical tips, though any critique is welcome.