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FINALE SEASON
My sweet son
Do not morn my death
For at the close of winter’s season
We’ll meet at your finale breath
I’ll be there to greet you
Against the light of the opening day
I’ll guild you along
Heaven’s eternal pathway
We’ll paddle down a crystal stream
To a great emerald wood
There we’ll hunt the Golden Stag
Of silver antlers and diamond hoof
In this land of sky blue waters
You and I will camp together
Where both the hunter, and the hunted
Live on forever, and ever
Do not morn my death
For at the close of winter’s season
We’ll meet at your finale breath
I’ll be there to greet you
Against the light of the opening day
I’ll guild you along
Heaven’s eternal pathway
We’ll paddle down a crystal stream
To a great emerald wood
There we’ll hunt the Golden Stag
Of silver antlers and diamond hoof
In this land of sky blue waters
You and I will camp together
Where both the hunter, and the hunted
Live on forever, and ever
Published 13th Sep 2014
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4th Oct 2018 5:20pm
Great poem, snugglebuck! I like the positive descriptions you've given death. It's nothing to be feared. In fact, it's the only guarantee we'll be of a peaceful eternity. Great way to finish off your poem.
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6th Oct 2018 3:18am
24th Oct 2018 2:15am
I, too, admire this poem of yours, Snugglebuck. I has such an ethereally hopeful feel to it. The finale of one season introduces the beginning of another.
24th Oct 2018 2:21am
