Now I grow cold upon the ground where I was stalked by dark doom, here that I left life’s rocky way under a hunter’s moon. ‘twas The air of the early morn moor with the sky above my dome, here that I ran and with joy loved and royally roamed, ‘twas Now my legs will nevermore click or clack over my domain fenced with tree gates, here that I wooed and won my shy majestic mate. ‘twas She, my queen of the green woodlands, she was my wife and my empire, here that we romanced in the fading summer’s fire, ‘twas Our charming child, my princess of these grassy hills now cloaked in shade, here that she saw her father the monarch in death finally fade. ‘twas In the chorus of the dancing dawn awakening upon the horizon’s golden here that I sang the tune that will drum till the end of nature’s time, ‘twas They will come with stakes and wood and cross and bow me to the beams, here they hacked and tore off my enchanted crown of weeping dreams. ‘twas The scent of the freshly mown grass mingles with the green pine, here that I drank the perfume and nectar of the divine, ‘twas My eyes glaze, my breathing falters, my clay chills, my soul no more sings, here that I finally returned to the hands of my Beloved, the eternal King. ‘twas "...I now graze upon the sacred acres of my Creator, I shall frolic and run free in the tender fields of endless splendour..."
Now I grow cold upon the ground where I was stalked by dark doom, ‘twas here that I left life’s rocky way under a hunter’s moon. The air of the early morn moor with the sky above my dome, ‘twas here that I ran and with joy loved and royally roamed, Now my legs will nevermore click or clack over my domain fenced with tree gates, ‘twas here that I wooed and won my shy majestic mate. She, my queen of the green woodlands, she was my wife and my empire, ‘twas here that we romanced in the fading summer’s fire, Our charming child, my princess of these grassy hills now cloaked in shade, ‘twas here that she saw her father the monarch in death finally fade. In the chorus of the dancing dawn awakening upon the horizon’s golden ‘twas here that I sang the tune that will drum till the end of nature’s time, They will come with stakes and wood and cross and bow me to the beams, ‘twas here they hacked and tore off my enchanted crown of weeping dreams. The scent of the freshly mown grass mingles with the green pine, ‘twas here that I drank the perfume and nectar of the divine, My eyes glaze, my breathing falters, my clay chills, my soul no more sings, ‘twas here that I finally returned to the hands of my Beloved, the eternal King. "...I now graze upon the sacred acres of my Creator, I shall frolic and run free in the tender fields of endless splendour..."
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