The Hunt




he searched among the dark and cold,
for she was there, he had been told.
but what he was not told he learned,
her essence must be given, not earned.

about to leave, depressed and sad,
a sudden thought suprised the lad.
all he had to do was ask,
and He would help complete the task!
	
her Master brought her forth from Light
to help the poet from his plight.
amidst the frozen tumble weed
the pen that wrote her down, snared she.


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1991 by Nandor