Met with hostile thoughts is attacker and her foe,
Staring at eachother unsure which way they may go.

You insist that you must follow as the two quickly part ways,
But can you hold your ground with his anger-driven gaze?



Quickly turning from you is the stag who you once saw,
Believed to be a calmer buck who's hatred he let thaw.

To ensue this clever contest of who can stop his reign,
Was it truly worth the turmoil and the everlasting pain?

It seemed that way as you tried much to carry-on,
Falling victim to insanity as his rational surely had gone.

A misplaced word and faltered step could lead you to his core,
But it seemed it locked itself away, unreachable as before.

What made him any different after the first few tries?
He greeted you with hosilities in your own surmise.




A group of others stood before the ever-fleeting stag,
He hadn't much to say for, no real need to even brag.

What occurred within mere minutes was to change his next few years,
Living with the ghost of one who's life was made of tears.

He ran soon after in escape, being quick upon his feet,
And yet you followed the injured deer upon his trick retreat.




You couldn't sway what rational he seemed to clutch,
Fought by anger and daring words, you decided you thought too much.




Met with troubled greetings again did stag and fawn,
Yet you managed to watch as their hostilies were widthdrawn.

A group approached the pair of deer defiant of their cues,
This meeting never happened, his existance they refused.

Again you chased the 'foe' with such eagerness to par,
With that of any younger deer who's strength wasn't to mar.





And by the playground did the tribe so tenderly destroy,
The deer who's skin was pierced by both their hatred and their joy.

You couldn't stand to watch what he was rewarded for his words,
That took place not long ago, witness of only you and birds.

You burst forth from you shell and with a charge and a roar,
"So help me luna, I cannot stand this bloodshed anymore!"

A clash of antlers met in a number of about three,
You slammed the sides of both the deer, determined to get them free.

The chase ensued not long after you foolishly interfered,
And so weakened by your heart your strength now disappeared.




Greeted by a stare did you see another in his chase,
But you couldn't stand another life to partake in such disgrace.

You heard of him before this, as his repuptation was,
He was stronger than any other and fought with little cause.

You knew that if the attacker and this older deer would meet,
It would surely end in his victory and the other's defeat.

You lowered your antlers calmly, thinking nothing of context,
Of who you really were up against in this whole horrendous mess.

He tossed his antlers in the air and charged without a thought,
Leaving you in shambles, wounded and distraught.