In the heart of the woods
Stands a fort on a hill
Majestic and silent
The air here is still
In this hillfort's remains
Dwells a creature so pure
A crown on its head
Snow white is its fur.
It came here to rest
After being hunted
Through rivers and valleys
By Herne the stern hunter
But here it is safe
Spells run through the walls
To keep harm at bay
Until the night falls
Then stars light the sky
Revealing a path
Up where it escapes
It gallops and laughs
What a wondrous thing
To witness this sight
The town won't believe it
But you, you just might
© Iris Overdijk 2025
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