Tall and slender, shadowed creature,
Proud and timid, fill my soul.
You are struck by man’s cruel trappings
You, so young, who won’t grow old.
Falling, trembling, shaking, crying,
Stumbling o’er the purple heather
Eyes are full of despair, longing
For peace, which will soon come forever.
Groaning now, you fall and try
To raise your struggling body high
Fawn and furry, staining red
A plaintive cry, then you lie dead.
Alas, my heart bleeds for your pain,
In my mind, you’ll live again.