The hunter

It's the night of the hunter,
The plauguing disease,
The trembling ground,
The whistling trees,
I buckle at my knees.

She ripped me apart,
On the night of the hunter,
She broke my heart,
Before Id even begun,
A power stranger than mine.

She crept up behind me,
So right and so wrong,
The night of the hunter,
So silent and strong.
And plagued me with her beautiful eyes.

So soft and so swift,
The huntress of night,
Her malevolent smile,
Her call of delight.
Stealing away my soul.