Notes: Darkness, oak, forest, free, life, soul, religion, monks
When the life force leaves the shell
When the soul loves life
Where does it go

::Christmas Spirit II::

With in the deepest forest
A Fine old stag strides through the mists,
The shadows of his past dance around him.
He blinks back a tear as white fawn leaps out infront of him and fades back in to the mist.
"Ivy" he wishpers to the mist "daddies comming"
Not long now

The forest begins to spread out. He stands on a hill, in front of him a thick fog covered valley.
around him Doe's, fawns and stags, bound past down in to the thick fog to the valley below, Thier snow white pelts shimmering fading fading.

It takes time for the stag to rach the bottom of the valley,
Each step more painful than the next
His body shakes with exersion.
Not long now

Not far a young doe stands
She paws the ground turns and leaps in to the thickening mist.
"Misteltoe" The old stag whispers "wait grandads comming"

The stag stumbles foward
Time seems to no longer execist
Then a shadow looms out in front of him
A mighty collasus of stone
He stands uneasy
His breath comming in short bursts

A old Hind Steps from the stones
She turns her head towards him and whispers like slik "Come winter Come home" then turns and slowly walks back to the stones.
"Holly" He whispers, a faint smile on his face " I've missed you so. My mate my love"
The stag follows following the Hind
In to the fog
In to the stone

Upon a stone alter
An Old stag lays
His body
A shell
Left for Decay

High above the stone and the Fog
Deep in the woodland
A Stag gallops free
Shimmering, white
With His family

A spirit, so strong a Spirit now free
Free to be with all free deer
His family