A Story of White Feather

Long time ago on a far away land,
where mountain and forest was left unharmed.
Once lived a brave hunter with eyes of an eagle.
He lived alone in the woods remote from his village.
Year after year he lived on his preys.
He hunt them down with his bow and arrows,
until one day a prey led him to an empty hut.
A girl in a white dress came out from the woods.

From distance he watched her standing by herself.
At once, he forgotten his prey and dropped his weapons.
With doubtful heart and huge curiosity he walked closer.
And the closer he got the faster his heart beat was.
Slowly she turned around and revealed her beautiful face,
her long brown hair was swayed by the mountain wind.
Then suddenly she caught him with her sadly brown eyes.
Beyond his expectation she approached him with a smile.

Like flowing river word by word unveiled her tale,
she was held there for an unwanted marriage.
Silently love had grew and spread in their hearts.
Moved by his sympathy and her appealing beauty,
he offered her to escape with him and to be his wife.
Her eyes gleamed as she took his hand and said "I do".
Hurriedly they ran and disappeared in to the woods,
but they didn't aware a pair of wicked eyes were lurking.

On the following time at the peaceful place where he lived,
they were happy but their happiness wouldn't last longer.
A group of men showed up with weapons in their hands.
Regardless that he was out numbered he took up his spear.
From the noise they made they were coming for the girl.
In their ruthless savageness they attacked him at once.
One by one their sharp weapons went through his flesh,
it didn't take long until his body tumbled on the ground.

For amusement they pulled his hair and cut his throat.
Dying and left alone drowning in his own blood.
In his blurry sight he saw them took away what was his,
vaguely he heard her cried screaming out his name.
Some moments after they left the forest was quiet.
He was still conscious but none he could feel,
not even the pain he was suffering but a strange peace.
He closed his eyes for the last time and let the breeze carry his soul.

Written by Reny Kanon
Made to honor the soul of Flying Eagle
Disclaimer: I don not own the picture