Moma this is your daughter writing
Youd never guess my answer right
So ill give it to you straight
Moma I fell in love
Some might think hes strange
But I like him just the same
He might look ordinary
But to me he looks handsome
Hes not what you would have expected
The person to win your daughters heart
He has little money
Of which to speak
He lives in a small cabin
Away from civilization
Yet Im as happy as can be
Every time we look at one another
We smile
Im lost in his eyes
That are the gateway to his soul
His laughter is like my medicine
It cures my sorrow
Hes not the some one you would approve
For he has no money
Or a fancy job.
But mama hes the one I love
I can not say Im sorry
But please accept that we are getting married
Because he is the one I love Moma.
And I hope one day that you will understand.

Shroud was never a stag to talk much. Some say he was always, 'shroud'ed in mystery.
No-one ever quite understood that strange, young deer. He would remain quiet until the touch of winter filled the forest.
He would never laugh and dance with other deer. He would never gallop and spring about, flicking his back legs up in the air. He would just ...
sit and,
watch.

Spring:

His pelt is that sleek , blue black with a white under belly. His face is of a deer, remaining always thoughtful. On his head are two bumps for antlers, the beginning of the antlers growing.
If a deer approached him , he would turn his back and walk away. If they followed, he would stop and sit down. Wait, for them to leave.
He loved to spend his time listening to the birds. Watching the young rabbits with their kittens hopping about the burrows.
His favourtie spot was under the willow, by the pond.
There, he would look out into the distance. If a fawn approached him and sat down, or begged him to play, he seemed to ingore them, or, he would turn and just walk away.
Not a word was whispered from his lips, not even a sound as he stepped.

Summer:

His pelt seems darker in colour and shines a little brighter in the hot sun. The two little bumps have grown into the next stage. Two black antlers jut up from his skull, they curve in the middle. Although they look small the healthy gleam and texture indicates they are tough.
Shroud now would start to make more sound. He moved around a lot more.
On the brightest, most colourful of days he would introduce him self to several chosen deer.
Two or three. Never more.
When he had performed his regal bow he would trot with them , sometimes even run.

Even though Ive said Im sorry
I know the damage is done
The words that I spoke
Can never be taken back
My actions can not be unraveled
For they have truly left their mark
These things can not be erased
But I hope you will accept
This sincere apology of mine
The wrong that I have done you
Will stay forever with me like a curse
Had I known the pain it would have caused
I would have locked myself away
And given you the key
These lies have come undone
Only to reveal the ugly truth
I kissed her
Yes its true
Only on impulse
Please believe
It meant nothing
But I see the tears in your eyes
And I curse myself
As you walk away
I can not blame you
But I can not stop myself from shouting your name
But its to late
The damage is done
And I must suffer the consequence
Of watching you walk away
Step by step
Disappearing from my sight.

I'm not deleting this. Why?

Because of its utter ridiculousness.

[=10][=gold]“It seems I have much to think about and a short time to make a decision.

It’s not a decision I wish to make, but it seems that I must be the one to make it.

I will make no finale decision that much will be left to another, but I must come to some sort of conclusion first.

I never thought I would have this problem, but it seems that now I do, and I must deal with it. I have put it off long enough. It needs to end before it can hurt anyone…me…. any worse.

I guess I should start at the beginning to help myself piece it all together.”

If I had to say I had a true first love I would say it was The Collector. I still am unsure if he is fully aware
of that fact.
It’s difficult to explain why I developed a love for him..most would say it was completely crazy.

I think it was because I could always see more to him than just a mask collecting monster.

In fact I never saw a monster at all.

To me he was just a passionate misunderstood deer and I wanted to get closer to him.

I Just wanted to show him that someone cared.

I wanted to be his friend.

It was shortly after I earned his respect that I realized I had feelings for him.

Then I heard about a great ball that was to be held.

I wished so badly that he would ask me to go with him.

I did not get my hopes up though for I knew he would not be fond of the idea of dancing with a bunch of “worthless” as he calls them.

He did not ask me.

He just disappeared it seemed. I searched for days.

I was certain he was gone forever.

My heart had never hurt so badly in my life, but I never gave up my search.

Right before the ball was to start I spotted a lone stag sleeping by the pond under the willow tree.

He was mask less and wore the kirin pelt and antlers.

I looked closely at his face; even though he was sleeping he looked unhappy.

I continued to study him.

These are my tears
That I have shed
They flow like the river
This is my out stretched hand
Waiting for some one to grasp it
And never let go
These eyes of mine see many things
But have yet to look upon your face
Or perhaps I have seen you
But we were not yet introduced
These lips are waiting
For your gentle kiss
My arms longing for your embrace
This is my heart
That some day I might give to you
I long to hear your voice say I love you
And I will never let you go
I long for all these things
And yet I dont even know your name
Or who you are
I just wish you would find me fast
Because I am longing for love.

Looking in the mirror
I see my reflection
It looks different
Not the same as before
These changes that have occured
I am curious as to know
How they came to be known
This person staring back at me
Is not the person I once was
And yet I can still detect her prescence
Hiding under the layers
This new reflection does not please me
So why am I surprised
That I have thrown a stown at the reflection
Breaking the glass
I smile
For I remember this girl
And she is slowly coming back
For we have many years of bad luck to face
But Im least back to the way I once was
I can wash this make up off
And return to normal
At least my normal any way
So thank you dear mirror
For letting me see the error of my ways
Your curse you have set upon me
Will be a blessing.
Now that I can raise my head with pride
As I walk these streets
That I call home.

Just now I found myself high above deer! Like I was flying!
I think all I did was run and hit my 'h' key a lot and I stayed in the air!

I thought it was kind of cool (:

I write this in the hope that he will come back and see it soon. I'm not sure if it's better or worse than the first I wrote, though I may well mean it more. Iaurdagnire is a good muse, though.



((This is a Seed's Poetry corner response to Dag's story Spring II. Thunderclap. If you want to read more of Seed's poetry, the index (including the link to the poem he mentioned at the top) is here.. ))