The Hunter’s Gift

Why, bold hunter, do you fear your bow?
Seize now your weapon; surely you know
of its purpose, and yours,
of your weapon and trade,
for unto whom else would it be bestowed?
Not the fisherman, he has his rod;
Not to the knight, who bears his own blade;
Not to the farmer, who ploughs with a hoe;
unto thee, hunter, surely you know
of your tool, of your craft,
yet such fear you show.

T’was either cruelty or foolishness driven,
the man who spoke unto thee,
to speak such potential mistakes unforgiven,
to warn of the dangerous weapon you carry.
But hunter, your master, he teaches you well;
crafting each arrow, your arm he upheld
to peer down the shaft, to aim swift and true,
hunter, dear hunter, what worry befell
to doubt in your master, to throw down your bow?
Remember your master, for him you must know.
Hunter, fear not, your master is wise;
he taught you well, now he’s left you a tool.

So hunter, will you set your failures aside?
Will you carry your trade, will you choose to rise?
Why, bold hunter, do you fear your bow?
Seize now your weapon; surely you know
to follow your master, you must use your bow.

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