This image took me soooo long! I have been having neck problems and believe me it has been a real "pain in the neck" ... sorry couldn't resist.

I have written a poem for it and have a Work in Progress presentation almost done.

Hope you enjoy ... it is definitely one that needs full view
...see if you can find whats hidden amongst the rocks If you want to cheat there is a detail of the image here [link] .

The wonderful image of the HUNTER is from ~crywolf88
and can be seen here [link] Check out his work ... he has some wonderful stock!!!


Here is the poem but the format is better on the one here [link] ... it rhythm is easier to read and as it was intended to be indented/punctuated differently ... which cannot be done here.


The House on Hunter's Hill

As the light grows dim
and the day takes flight;
He'll soon go to her,
in the dark of night.
His mistress of woe
lies veiled on their bed.
It's to sorrow alone
he's now wed.

Look up my children, at the house on the Hill,
Can you see him now, does he walk there still?

And she is the one
who hears all his screams;
As her ghost rides through
his wasteland of dreams.
She's frozen forever
in death's bone white chill;
Lost to life and to him
on Hunter's Hill

Look up my children, up to the dark sky
Can you hear the Hunter calling out "Why?"

She was pierced so deep
by the murderers dart;
He's got nothing left
but dust for a heart.
Those lives that took hers
are now his to take.
Their skulls a dowry he'll keep,
for her sake

Look up my children, her grave is there still
But gone now the Hunter; gone from the hill

His head turns to her;
one final look back;
Then he takes up his sword,
his knife and his pack.
And with boots now caked
in her graveyard mud,
He leaves her there;
his revenge will have blood

Look up my children; up the long stair
She waits for him still; but he is not there

With his courtship of death
and unshed tears;
He rides his revenge out
down through the years.
And when sword and glove
are stained crimson red;
Will that lay to rest
the grave in his head?

Look up my children, up to the Hill
Look for the grave, is he gone from her still?

Caught up in this hate
that's wrapped him so tight;
Will he find the road home,
give up the fight?
Will he find the hill, the house
and the stair?
Make his way back to
the memories there?

Look up my children, up the long climb
Has she called him back yet, is it their time?

Can years blunt his sorrow
as rust dulls a blade?
And bring him some peace;
at her side to be laid
To rest with her there
on that grass covered mound;
Where again the two, can,
in one, be bound

Look up my children, up to Hunter's Hill
You'll see the House; it's standing there still

by N. Green

Copyright - N. Green

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