


There was a
proud and noble stag, in shadow wood was born.
And there he
grew, and there he met and loved a unicorn.
He served her
long, he served her well, he served her whole and part
Until one night
in shadow glade he told her all his heart.
She did not
mock, she did not laugh, but softly told him nay;
He did not
grieve, but chose to leave and plotted to betray.
He sought out
the King Perises men; his words were cold and blunt,
"Oh, sentry
hosts, desert your posts: I offer you a hunt."
King Perises men
were duty bound to guard the wood from fear.
The King, in
pride, set sword aside, to bargain with the deer...


The above poem was taken from a Dragon Lance book when I was 15