My view of you
Lens through which you are viewed
Depends on the day
You pounce on your prey
Wait in the lake for a bison to stray
I see you hiding in the frozen water
Waterlogged leathern and waiting, faddan more psalter
But a moment’s falter and the icy ewe consumed
Blood upon an altar, heavenbranches pruned.
Alchemisland 
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