Lord of the Hunt
Charles Suddeth
The horde marches through the woods,
Drums beat and pound.
Leather and wood creaks,
Swords and shields jangle.
Men and beasts cry out,
A horn pierces the night,
A mighty shout erupts,
The earth and moon tremble.
Stags and bears flee.
Hands and lips quiver,
Peasants bow and kneel,
A mighty moan erupts.
A chilly wind blows,
The moon swoops low.
The Lord of the Hunt arrives.
C. T. Suddeth 
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