The Will

Still on Crutches...still a mountain to climb..
And when i look behind
there was nothing...not even my shadow...
Holding the bow. I remember i took a vow...
buck by the name uncertainty.. i need to Kill
i am looking at my quiver and there is only one arrow
Etched on it is my WILL..........

hmm..hiding in the bushes..oh you smart buck..
I am still holding the bow,trying my luck
the crutches are broken..n i am on the ground
run for your life,don't smile don't be still
your death is near..i am not saying so...its
...providencial...says my WILL.

The Buck is quick the buck is fast..
Oh my dear prey..i’ll chase to the last
I can’t let you go, can’t allow the failure to haunt
Can’t let the sarcasm sit at the peak
Pelting me with the pebbles of taunt.
...As the thoughts are grinding in the mill
All I remember I have an arrow and there is a buck I need to kill
You will get killed as I see at the apex of arrow..is smiling my Will.

It seems that I have lost you..
you have disappeared in the woods
I am not gonna ask those monkeys swaying on tree
they are careless,they are carefree..
bloody crooks...

Its too late..its getting dark..
The chase is on..i am following every single pugmark
losing you cannot be my fate..
being victorious is an ancestral trait..

My heart says leave it..its just a buck!
give up the hunt...its quarter past 8...get into the truck..

Its my predatory instinct..its my witty skill..

I see the crescent in the sky..
all i know...that you must die..

Finally, I hunted you down from top of the hill
pierced your heart..is not an arrow but my WILL.