The StagA Poem by john l smithForestNative hunter through wooded glen With crafted stealth does attend Tracks leading through forests green He well hidden, to not be seen Tracks deeper now where did pass Through dampened fen, near shaded grass A tuft of hair mixed with heavy scent With days light now being mostly spent With body painted, colored to blend With sole intent does he quietly wend He stalks the Great Stag as death’s guest His deadly shaft will anoint endless rest The Great Buck senses a threat lurking near But no sound reaches a flickering of ear The warrior hunter downwind no scent The Great Beast’s caution still not content A soft moccasin crackles, upon dry leaf To Wary Buck, this portent of grief Antlers flash as dusk yields 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 the cradle of night The Great Stag crashes his last remain Through dark woods where once he did reign No concerns now of a careless tread He will run until he’s been bled The wood land is quiet at night Gone now the Great Stags initial fright The huntsman follows, still out of sight Through black trees, moon’s filtered light His journey 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 To 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 he falters with last bit of grace The end of a great hearts life beating pace He lays silent, last breath, final sound Forever the Great Beast bends to the 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 © 2019 john l smithReviews
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