The Hunter

By: Ayleth Posted on: December 03, 2015

As the clock strikes midnight and Aeon beckons,

The time has come and a new era begins.

As citizens gather, whom do you reckon,

Will wield this staff and bring the glory it wins?

Who will compete and will master their weapons,

Fist, metal, or leather, you'll find it within,

And those who are devoted will find the way,

So we can see the hunter become the prey.

For with competition, I will tell you this,

Be wary of whom you can trust with your life,

For this year of bloodshed will not end in bliss.

The competition's strong, no matter the strife..

You may as well be thrown into the abyss,

As you will soon know betrayal to be rife.

And those who are devoted will find the way,

So we can see the hunter become the prey.

Xer the Mhaldorian, will he come to chance,

Or maybe Seragorn with his ents of gore?

Will Deladan find his new rhythm and dance,

Or Amranu and Hashan finally score?

Will the Fire and Light soon come to advance,

Or will those in the forest want the staff more?

I'd mention Cyrene and their pacifist ways,

But their only hope is Mister Lionblaze.

So go forth my children and please don't be shy,

You could one day win this mystic staff of old.

But please don't you cheat, always give it a try,

For you would never be so brazenly bold,

To not even compete nor laws you'd defy.

Or else you'll find your blood to run freezing cold.

Still, I guess those devoted will find the way,

So we can see the hunter become the prey.