The Blood Red Deer Poem by Guy Northam

The Blood Red Deer



Proud Stag, whose bellow the mountainside
Rings round;
When the hounds drag you to the ground,
It is not death you fear, but a slow dying.

Friday, March 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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