The Tale of the Hunter
There once was a Hunter that lived in the lands of Bree
He one day found himself in Chetwood, up in a tree
All kinds of animals were in his sight, slowly drawing near
But none of them were as interesting, as that one beautiful deer
There it was, the most beautiful beast he had ever met
He wanted to take it home, it would be his best hunt yet
The beast was more beautiful than he had ever seen
He wanted his kill, and he wanted it clean
He aimed at the deer, shooting arrow after arrow
But the doe was too quick, the arrows only hit its shadow
The Hunter stood impressed by the deer and continued his hunt
He went to get his arrows back and jumped down with a grunt
The Hunter went off to stalk his new prey
He would try to take the kill again, day after day
Every arrow shot was missed, the man sighed
Hoping to finally get his prize, he waited for the night
There it was, the doe that escaped his arrows with every try
Now it would be different, with the prize in his eye
He drew his weapon and aimed it carefully at the doe
And to his surprise, he found himself unable to make the final blow
His fingers trembled, his bow was lowered again
The Hunter was no longer able to continue with his plan
He was overwhelmed with the deer's beauty as it did rest
He smiled at the doe and felt a warming sensation in his chest
It was then that he realized, all he wanted was the chase
He found himself unable to kill a deer with such grace
The Hunter started to love the deer and it filled him with glee
Knowing it was the right thing to do, he set the doe free
What should one learn from this? Was it just another story?
Or perhaps the idea here is that love is better than glory
All I know is that sometimes you have to let someone you love go
Even if it feels wrong and hurts you so
