flowers of fate

When days were young and full of life, to the forest would I go

and often sit on logs of moss, eyes watchful and in wait

one morn he strode with antlers tall, firm hand bent back my bow

yet pause it did when his gaze fell, on golden flowers of fate

Could let loose I that arrow cruel, upon unguarded head?

it seemed amiss and I dared not, until his eyes found mine

release did I, and arrow flew, to mighty flank embed

the aim was true but leap did he, away o’er fallen pine

With a curse I stood and loosed again, aware that he was flown

that fearsome crown of chestnut rack, slipped from out my grasp

and so stood I in grasses still, no prize to call my own

when trod my foot on flowers gold, that careful hand did clasp

While prongs would keep, petals did fade, yet no regret there lies

For now I see treasure is life, to all beneath the skies.