C. T. Suddeth

Lord of the Hunt

Charles Suddeth

The horde marches through the woods,

The boom of drums pounds our ears.

Leather and wood creaks and groans,

Swords and shields and spears jangle.

Men and beasts scream and squall,

A horn pierces the fog-shrouded night,

A mighty shout splits the air,

The earth and moon tremble and quake.

Stags and bears and lions flee,

Hands and lips quiver in fear,

Quivering peasants bow and kneel,

A mighty moan rumbles our chests.

A chilly west wind blows,

The moon swoops low in the sky,

Terror and dread fills our being,

The Lord of the Hunt arrives.