of the Hunt

i never met your mother
but i was in love with her beauty
the purity of madness that shone in her eyes
and the half of the world that i saw in her smile

i never met your mother
that goddess of the hunt
she was wild and free like no other
Hellish beauty with an angelic front

years before the plague, she happened to me in a dream
kissed my cheek and said:
though things aren’t always as they seem
keep this memory of me in your head

i never held your mother
and she never embosomed me
I know, we will be together
Till then take care of her baby boy,
Someday, I hope to, too.

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