And to all a good night,

At least the night should be good
To those who wish it so
I hope will be how it should
For tomorrow I let you go

So now I bid you farewell
And I hope that will be true
And so here are wishes well
From calmest me, to loveliest you

Good night, Good night, Good night
My most wonderful Deer
And I thank the twin Gods
That we both are here



~Good Night

And Allah took a handful of southerly wind, blew His breath over it, and created the horse.... Thou shall fly without wings, and conquer without any sword. Oh, horse. ~Bedouin Legend

I was walking one night, in a forest that seemed so lonely but was filled with deer. I seemed to be the only one who doesn't have a true love. Seeing that everyone was settling down for the night I glanced over towards the pond. Standing there staring down at his snowy white reflection, was the most beautiful deer I have ever seen. His majestic antlers seemed to glitter gold in the moonlight. Suddenly he looked up at me. His eyes a pale blue seemed luminous in the moon staring directly at me. I felt myself starting to blush as I hurried off to my usual spot to sleep. I looked back to see if the beautiful stag was still there, but was gone almost as if he vanished in thin air.
I awoke the next day, remembering the sight of the stag. I got up and walked back over to the pond thinking maybe he could still be there. Seeing only two fawns playing ever so loudly and three stags talking casually I walk over to the pond to get a drink. Looking into the pond I see my own reflection, normal head decorated with pink flowers and pale green eyes, a pale white face, and a tan hide. Nothing nearly as beautiful as the stag i had seen last night. I hear snickering from the three stags, and I could tell they were talking about me. I sigh to myself and look up to them. The one on the right, a shabby gray with black antlers and chocolate brown eyes was holding back his laughter real hard. His name is Toby. The stag in the middle, Gary, a red hide with tan antlers and dark brown eyes said, "Watcha day dreaming about Stallanta?". Toby joined in chuckling in between words, "Yeah, we're scared your gonna fall in." and he fell to the ground laughing. "None of your concern." I said showing no humor. The stag on the left, who kept quiet, was younger but better mannered just stood there. His name was Ted. Ted had a muddy brown hide with tanish antlers and had oddly blue eyes that seemed to fit him just fine.

**If someone wants to illustrate this, please let me know 8D;;;