The Silver Doe
In silence she prances round the wood-
Her tender eyes bowed down-
Infusion of light, of peace, of good,
Pure love her silver crown.
Amongst the lilies she once stood,
Yet the lilies- they have drowned.
But always loyal, she roams the wood,
Her grace ever renowned.
The Silver Stag
Strong and silent, he canters round-
Antlers high and shoulders straight-
Toward the evil he is bound,
To conquer is his fate.
With a strike to the frozen ground
And a powerful kingly gait,
His prowess does astound
While the evil he does abate.
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The Silver Doe/The Silver Stag by Nagini Riddle
Chapter Endnotes: Reviews are always welcome, hint hint. :)