I AM THE DEER.
I WEAR MY SCARS WITH GREAT PRIDE
LIKE THE ANTLERS OF THE STAG,
FOR IT TOOK GREAT VIOLENCE
TO BECOME THIS SOFT.
THE FINEST PARTS OF ME MAY WELL GORE YOU TO DEATH
BUT YOU WILL ALWAYS HUNT ME FOR MY BEAUTY.

MY MOTHER WANTED ME TO BE AN EAGLE
BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT MY FATHER WAS.
BUT I WILL NOT FLY ON HIS WINGS,
AND I WILL NOT BURDEN HIS FLIGHT WITH MINE.
I WILL LOVE THE GROUND AS FONDLY
AS THE SKIES LOVE FLIGHT.

TWISTED TO THE SKIES, THESE ANTLERS ARE MY SCARS
WHERE ALL COME TO BE ENTANGLED BETWIXT MY STARS.
I AM MOSS, I AM WATER, I AM THE KEENING OF EVENING WOLVES
I AM ANCIENT, I AM LAND, I AM THE HUNTER'S HEART THAT PULLS.