Tuesday 31 December 2019

The Darker, Deeper Wood







With a Burning Hart Blazing, 
in The Darker, Deeper Wood. 

By Mid-Afternoon, 
The King had become irretrievably lost, 
and His Quarry, The Silver Stag, 
had completely disappeared. 
The Best Kind of Guide 
you could ever hope to find 
is one that will take you right to the spot which is precisely where you need to be – 
 and then leaves you there. 










The King, being a Wise Young Man, 
got down from his horse, and sat down. 





















If you don't know What to Do,
 sit quietly, until your wits come back. 


 What are We Going to Do? 

 We Shall Be Patient.


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