Trailing you like a dog-seen scent
A shadow leant animation, enamoured by caster
You alabaster in stillness, cheetah fleet or faster
Your feet soundless, printing no tattoo, water
Through the forest and I follow
Chagrinning rutting harts
Scattering unblinking hinds
Chewing the cud of my bitter defeats
Bleeding into my inkwell, ichor-riven odes.
Alchemisland 
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