The Salvation Of The Stag

I woke upon some hunter’s wall
and could not feel my limbs at all;
my body gone, in fear, I screamed
but, thank the stars, it was a dream.

Rejoicing; in my life, I thrilled;
stood proudly then upon my hill;
my lightning horns raised to the sky
and bellowed forth a thunderous cry.

Rejoiced in my majestic kind;
the brave Hart’s and beautiful Hinds,
rejoiced to live, to run, be free
then, when I die, become a tree.