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To trace the feet through snow

With the pace of a silent reaper.

As hooves echo, the wooden song

Reflects the warmth of the red crow,

With touches of love but deeper.

Antlers augmented with blood

Without fractals scare and shape.

Bloated muscles creep the stench,

Yet the meat feels warm like mud

That binds souls as they escape.

Darling deer steps, turns to go,

Promissing in fear the last  bond.

All empty of words and deeds

She lets the Stag's white sheet grow

So winds can take him beyond.

A wooden formation;

Crosses of red rivers;

Triangles inside eyes.

White sheet to damp,

Blood to suck in.

A goat,

A head -

Ahead with it.

Calling the forces

As wolves.

The lights through branches leak

Onto the starry sheet of snow.

A monument of bones and cries

As deer's muzzle tries to seek

The last smell with her new born doe.