Thank God the wind was right
And I was sitting still
As she tiptoed through the forest
And slowly climbed my hill

She, like a ballerina
Going through her dance
Quietly closed the distance
Willing to take the chance

Pricking up her black tipped ears
Flashing her tail of white
Wanting to know me better
But ready to take flight

Then she dared come no closer
Slowly raised her head
Held me in her piercing gaze
Asking: “Alive or dead?”

I thought I knew the answer
I thought I’d held the Ring
I thought I’d had all that I want
Not needing anything

I was alive, or so I thought
Before that moment came
Then her gaze pierced my side
‘til blood and water ran

Only in that moment
Did I truly learn
That all eternity
Is in the moment born