The Stag

THE STAG It's a creature of vapors mist, existing within a thin veil Of nothingness, descending from the unknown pastures Called Nirvana. A mystical spirit lingering in the sacred meadows of native, Legends and folklore, a beast of good omens, proclaiming Peace and tribal bliss. It's very breath brings forth life itself, in nature's Spiritual realm, where ever it's hoof's land, the evergreen Thicket wild, sprouts renewals promise. Routing it's horns, to a fine points sharpened edge, The stag shakes the mystical forest free from the chill Of winter's deadly embrace, and thus welcomes spring At last. No such a delicate of Doe appears, than she his mate, Softest of the brown eyed kindred, gently she approaches His grand majesty, ever so tenderly and loving. With sheer grace of step the two merge as one, Uniting beneath the lunar moon of twilight. Behold the white light of brilliance's fire, blazing As a thunder's storm of the eternal, these are creatures Of God's everlasting flame, burning on the hearth Of seasonal change. Hushed is the woodland, as if frozen in a soft pause, Ascendence illusionary beings transcend the ages, Flashing in the shimmering glow from the stars Of heaven itself. Melting phantom's of illusions, drift amongst The night sky, leaving their earthy bondage, Released once more to feast, in the glens of paradise, Grazing in the meadows most high. In the wilderness wild life is renewed, And the goddess of spring praises them, for their Sacrifice. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN