Sentinel
The stag stands still,
Silhouetted in the sun;
Proud and strong,
Free- spirited and gentle;
God touched, Divine.
Silently the moon rises
Shining down her loving light;
Darksome yet benign;
A magickal presence;
Reforming pain to mirth.
About Me
- Rowafairhair
- I am a college graduate preparing to finish my MA in Folkloric Linguistics. I am in a more or less open relationship, but am always looking to network with other Heathens.
