Tainted Talons

The Apache warrior rides Under the cover of night Black Spanish Mustang Braided mane pulled tight Born beneath the Dark Cloud Raised where the coyotes cry Storm-marked hunter With lightning in his eyes His arrows are toxic Poison-tipped and blunt His quiver stays full For the next blood hunt His signature stealth Quiet and quick His aim stays true His arrows don’t drift No warning cry No battle chant Just the wind through the canyon Before the attack Tainted Talons Death from the sky Venom in the arrow No chance to survive Tainted Talons Hunter of the night When the thunder rolls in You pray for daylight As you fade to the dark You lose life and sight He carves a talon into your chest A warning at first light Smoke fills the air Cold steel in the fire One mark remains From this hunter’s ire Tainted Talons Death from the sky Venom in the arrow No chance to survive Tainted Talons Hunter of the night When the thunder rolls in You pray for daylight The Apache warrior rides Gone before first light