Upon the mossy outcrop
He lay there in the glade
Watching the water drop
Making ripples in the rain.

The sight of his symbol
Caught glinting in the pool
Got the stag to thinking
They'd played him for a fool.

He traced and traced again
Over the symbol with his eyes
Each line, each path, each curve
Where it's born and where it dies.

His name and destiny
Was Unfinished