Bloodhound Scent
The blanket of darkness hides innocent eyes, powerful allies.
Powerful allies stand guard and set vigilance, musky sweat.
What goes unnoticed , with a strong will forms a pattern.
The groove is carved deeper into the path to follow a dear heart
and bring them back to safety.
Going unnoticed, untracked footsteps are sinking deeper into the
night.
Go hounds , go! Rest not till you find and restore our plight.
The bloodhounds scurry forwards on the track of a scent crunching
through the snow.
Entering through a tent opening our brother is found tied up
while the captors are momentarily away.
Brother , wake up! ....he's in an awful state, gives a smile of
recognition and relief.
He looks half conscious and gives last wishes to his saviours
with his hand on his love's locket.
A few cuts and bruises he has but we are glad he is alive.
How on earth did he survive?
Suddenly, a sound is heard and everyone scurries!
Approaching horses hoofs in the distance..we must move quickly.
Moving quickly we gently but hurringly
place our brother on a sled ,fasten him securely and
steal away into the night.
After several hours of travelling we stop for a rest where it is
safe to revive.
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