The StagA Chapter by Dave Brown🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘Native hunter through wooded glen With crafted stealth, he does attend Track's leading through forest’s green He well hidden, not to be seen Tracks deeper now where did pass Through dampened fen, near shaded grass Snagged tufts of hair carry heavy scent As day's light has now been mostly spent His body painted, being colored to blend With sole intent does he quietly wend Stalking the Great Stag as death’s guest His deadly shaft will anoint endless rest Slightest sound reaches flickering of ear Great Buck senses a threat lurking near Tho’ warrior hunter downwind no scent The Great Beast’s caution still not content Softest moccasin crackles, pon dry leaf To Wary Buck, this portent of grief Antlers flash as dusk yield's to night A silent shaft makes good its true flight A deathly shock to that once living free But death abhors life’s false boundary The shaft that invades the fading of light Offers dark comfort within cradle of night The Great Stag crashes his last remain Through dark woods where once did reign No concerns now of careless tread He will run until he’s been bled The vast wood land is quiet at night Gone now the Great Stag’s initial fright The huntsman follows, still out of sight Through black trees, moon’s filtered light Journeying on legs that barely respond The Stag sees now that peace lays beyond The way he saw, which now he does follow Through dark wood to Death’s warming hollow In this sheltered place, where life began Where he rose up and fleet footed, he ran His rule through woods and fields afar Across the vast land, he followed his star He was the power, he was the grace His seed populates the great forest space The body of a Champion, the role of a King But to life’s spark, he can no longer cling Now welcome to the Great Stag’s return To this resting place and an endless nocturne The great forest, forever his home From this enchanted spot, no more shall he roam Finally faltering with his last bit of grace The end of a great heart’s life beating pace He lays silent, last breath, final sound Forever the Great Beast bend's to soft ground Young hunter, where Great Stag now lays Down on one knee, to his God he now prays A death chant rings out, sent to all men Respect for the Great Stag, a Warrior’s amen © 2024 Dave BrownReviews
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6 Reviews Added on February 13, 2024 Last Updated on February 18, 2024 AuthorDave BrownNanaimo Vancouver Island, West coast, CanadaAboutI'd like to thank those who have been kind enough to review my efforts. more..Writing
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