In darkened wood he takes a
knee and weeps
The blood trail’s gone, and
with it all that’s good
He knows not where the stag
has gone to sleep
His children’s aching bellies
want for food
The blood trail’s gone, and
with it all that’s good
Dappled shadows hide the trail
he seeks
His children’s aching bellies
want for food
A stoic face belied by tear-washed
streaks
Dappled shadows hide the trail
he seeks
Until the sun reveals it at
his feet
A stoic face belied by tear-washed
streaks
With hope restored that soon
his brood will eat
Until the sun reveals it at
his feet,
He knows not where the stag
has gone to sleep.
With hope restored that soon
his brood will eat,
In darkened wood, he takes a
knee and weeps.
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