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The Fey Queen
Amongst the folded hills
The forest ripples
Dripping
Down into the valleys,
Then
Clambers back up
Towards heaven
A Saxon Lord, a hunter
Atop his white and noble steed
His kinsmen close behind him
Hounds baying at the Stag
They pursue
Charges through the sunlight
Dappled green
Painted on his brow
Concentrated on his quest
Divided from his clan
Appearing in his vision
A ...
Sunday 21st February 2016 2:42 pm
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