Does any one remeber:

Walter - I miss that old grump he was kind but scarry. He was fun, but fim. He was one of the few ecepted moody old sods..... Not like this newbee's who create unrest. (no offence ment)

Walter, walter
Where for art thou walter
Tine stripy pelt and rams horn head
with face of grey and eyes round red

I miss u

Please note "I" does not mean me personly. It can mean anyone or the reader

Your deer beat up my deer! So what it's only a game. (if u complain i will say i was role playing)
Your deer has more followers! So what I have friends to and I dont need to be popular it's not the end of the world.
Your deer cast a spell on me! So what you can sneeze it off right
Your deers laid next to mine! So what Iv'e just sat my deer down whilst I go for a pee.
Your deer looks the same as mine! So what It's what I like and it's a free forest.
Your Deer gets fandeer! So what. I have not the diddly what a fan deer is and frankly deer I dont give a dam.
Your deer is trying to get near my friends deer! So what I'm only being polite and want to say hello
Your deers running round everywhere! So what We have a run action can't I use it now.
Your deer interfired in MY role play! So what i'm not phsyic how do I know what your doing?
Your deer follows me! So what don't you want to make new fiends.
Your deer does not play the game as i want you to! So what this an't a dictatership I play how I see fit.
Your deer wont stop mooing! So what the moo's get quieter the more you moo, and maybe I have a reason.
Your deer picked on a fawn you must suffer! So what, who said it's a fawn and not a player whos changed their deer?
Your deer gets more comments than mine! So what, People like differnet things. Chalk and cheese.
Your deer deserves nasty things said about it! So what. Thats your thoughts. I KNOW THE TRUTH and thats all that matter.
Your DEER did! So what, Your making assumptions on things you don't know. after all.............................................It's just a game.

More to follow

Ok These are some of the pathetic reasons people dont get on round here.
Why do you let it bother you?
cant you be bigger and just enjoy the forest for the wonderful work it is.
Sorry to post this but sometimes everyone really annoys me.

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

notes: Christmas-cold- snow ect- fog-church, mystery, sadness, forgotten past
Ghost Monks- candle- chant (louder nearer you get)- procession areas through?
Forest- no moo silence. Perhaps twin god stood on alter to welcome them??


::Christmas in the forest::

The forest is filled with mist
Not a sound to be heard
No Birds
No beasts
Through the misty silence the sound of distant chanting echos softly

They appear at the twin statutes a line of dark cowed ghosts, like whisps they glide
Walking in time
There voices chant and ancient hymm. Hymm of peace of truth of vertue.
Lost within these timeless mists
Down past the pond they walk
Across the bridge they walk
The moss glisten with drops of water
Shimmering
Sparklling
the chant continues.
There is no more time to stop and stare
No more time to admire and care
They step on through the beauty. Heads bent low,
Chanting the hymm
they only know

Through the dark forest to the ruins they walk.
Only chantting they never talk.
Their once safe home
Their santuary
Place of meditaion, peace, prosperity.

Once at the ruins they circel them twice
Once in respect
Once as in life
Before entering the chapel there they chant two more verses..... Then...

Time returns

They Fade away. leaving the forest to it's silence.

Inspired by the mystery of the forest.... what happen to them??

Leaves drift from glade to glade soundless, save the russel like silk against the blade.
Free.
Bringing with them sents and sounds from where hence they have come.
Each leaf carries a tale, some of sadness some of joy.

All you have to do is stop and listen.......

Ears turn to the sound eyes watch their movment
As they glide and jerk, buffeted by the elements,
Some fall buy the wayside their stories untold
others drift so high that only the swifts with their slicing wings will hear the news, screaming it down to those below.

All you have to do is stop and listen......

A clearing filled with dappled light
fading as darkness brings the night
yet this is the darkness of not rest, but eternal rest.

The darkness slides through the clearing
turning the once warm glade in to a fozen wasteland
Shadows twist and turn within themselves.
Shapes of things that once were leap follward
then are sucked back in to the abbis.
this void of darkness touching,caressing all around it.

Death steps aside, As new life begins.
Life watches Death as the shadow passes.
Death turns to life it's form like a dark mist.

"What's yours is mine, and you shall never have mine"

A new life begins in the shadow of Death, looking up it watches it's future as the shadow passes in to nothing, life clings to it like the mother it would never have.
The files are gathering there buzzing the only things left in the clearing, as life helps take it's first steps. Life has found something that at least for a while Death can't have......... Hope.