*prince of the forest
growing inside of me
antlers feel like gold
to my searching fingertips
stag caught in headlights
warning signs on hazel eyes
yours were even bluer
than the bluest skies
hunters with silver knives
chasing our bumpy trail
but your hooves fast as light
they chased to no avail
young deer kissed the fox
yapping at its feet
predator and prey
in peace can finally meet*
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 5:20 PM UTC
*prince of the forest
growing inside of me
antlers feel like gold
to my searching fingertips
stag caught in headlights
warning signs on hazel eyes
yours were even bluer
than the bluest skies
hunters with silver knives
chasing our bumpy trail
but your hooves fast as light
they chased to no avail
young deer kissed the fox
yapping at its feet
predator and prey
in peace can finally meet*
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