This published poem of mine.

The Huntress

Bright burning in the night
Forever by the firelight
Within deep abandon eyesight
The Huntress waits for the Hunt

Alive in the immortal soul
Alive through flowing blood flow
Dead in her dusted human heart
Dead in her broken mortal dreams

Bloodlust drips from the enclosure of her breasts
Forever and ever dripping with utter hate
Hate for the one who stole her
Stole her from the living ones

What fuels her in this uneven life?
What makes the carcass walk the steps?
What holds her clinging to immortality?
What makes her hide behind the night?

She walks from the burning hearth
Swaying from side to side
Like an animated corpse
But her eyes shine focused and clear

She disappears into the night
As subtly as she came by the firelight
A shriek fills the endless night air
The Hunt is over, the kill is done

Bright burning in the night
Forever by the firelight
Within deep abandon eyesight
Laying dead in the shadowed light