Return of the White Stag

Upon sight of a pale shepherd of good tiding
you closed your eyes and awoke, and inhaled
as the foliage of your soon paradise unveiled
off in the great distance no longer in hiding.

Atop escort woe and heartache began subsiding
and soon all prosperity and tranquility regaled,
upon sight of a pale shepherd of good tidings
you closed your eyes and awoke, and inhaled.

Pure essentia in euphoria in home-swept guiding,
the journey through pastures of clover availed
a quaint home where kindred spirits prevailed,
and your soul gave thanks for those presiding
upon sight of a pale shepherd of good tiding.