The Queen and the Stag

Some say
That I am a myth
Or the spirit of ancestors
Appearing

But I could hear
The whispers of your mind
From the other world
Calling

You fell into
This magical forest
And chased me through the firs
Playing

And I waited
So that I could turn to you
My dark eyes a mirror
Reflecting

But all you wanted
Was a path to the lantern
And passage home
Fleeing

You are gone
Perhaps you were the illusion
But I still hear your heart
Weeping

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