December 19, 2019
Four Deer cold aging from the winters hunt. Fresh Venison stew for Yule-Tide Friday night.
I, beside this quiet doe
Kneel and for a minute mourn
Between my victory and her woe
My quickly beating heart is torn.
I, on this mountain midst the oaks
Vow to this beast that once had life
We will give thanks when down below
We taste your strength...
Your sacrifice.
Kneel and for a minute mourn
Between my victory and her woe
My quickly beating heart is torn.
I, on this mountain midst the oaks
Vow to this beast that once had life
We will give thanks when down below
We taste your strength...
Your sacrifice.