somewhere within the darkness deep,
their howls will fill the air
and high upon a rocky bluff,
the wolves will guard their lair.
In lonely croons beneath the moon
they mourn the ones who passed;
in somber shades of twilight's song,
forever legends last.
They trek across the darkened land,
to where the river bends;
breaking paths through the reavers wrath,
the struggle never ends.
The wild land is home to them,
they call the mountain friend.
Children of the moon and stars
the lands which they defend.
So once again the night will call
and draw them to their prey
and they will gather on the bluff;
when wind and moonlight play.
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Boyd. This is beautiful. Seriously, your rhyme scheme and metaphors are so haunting, I got chills with "run wild with the wind". You transpose the nature of the hunter perfectly: wild, untamed, unbroken, daring. If you add to this at all, I would suggest incorporating the blade and the will to survive... I think hunters are all about knowing how outlive just about anything on the frontier. The only part that threw me off was "Reaver", I don't recall the name from the BETA at all. Again, great work with this... Seriously, tears of epicness by the second stanza!