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Just to be a Hunter

"I hate to be a Hunter! They were freaky, useless archers, who disappeared centuries ago!" - she told it again and again as a mantra, but clearly understanding that all her words became a dust right now.


Because she is a Hunter. The awakened one.


Turn face to me, I memorize the features -

Your proud voice and eyes, which always narrow.

Among the Beasts, among the nameless creatures

I wish remember that I'm still the Arrow.


Give me your hand, if you are still my Bow,

How could I lose my memory, I wonder?

This is my curse - as centuries ago

I was awakened just to be a Hunter.


20.11.2018 г.

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