The twelve-horned prince moves with wild grace
Through the misty reeds and marsh’s silent space
The morning dew and fog becomes a shifting veil
As the golden sunlight awakes the wetland trail.
A golden crown of pointed antlers shines so bright
When the marshland ruler steps quietly into light
Through the misty reeds his amber coat will gleam
An untamed and feral spirit waking by the stream.
With a caring & watchful stride, stag leads his herd
Through the misty reeds without whispering a word
He guards his vulnerable fawns beneath cool shade
A majestic family deep within the wild wetland glade.
He is monarch of wet land with rare and wild design
And carries within his gaze a charming grace divine.
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