As I wander through the cemetery

On that cold, winter night

I spot something eerie

An iridescent light

The light;

Reminds me of a time long passed

One ancient memory

-One buried in this grass.

I missed him;

I did indeed.

Then I knew it

-It was him who called me.

I thought he was dead;

I thought he was gone.

But I’m sure it is he,

That glowing, white fawn.

For a reason known not to me,

I ran and ran.

That light was terrifying,

And then it began.

The thoughts, the memories,

They all came back.

But as soon as it came,

It all faded black.

That is not him

-It cannot be.

How can I be scared of that little deer

That is he?

It was not chasing me.

It was all in my head.

But I thought for hours,

Lying in my bed.

I got not a wink

-Not one wink of sleep

But never did anyone hear;

Not even a peep;

Of that tiny deer,

That seemed so angelic.

But all I could see,

Was a god awful relic.