For I am the Lord of the Forest
Thrice blessed, raven-coated, horned I stand over my charges,
Watching their peaceful faces in the amber light,
Smiling as they dream their dreams,
Keeping their safety, watching their night.
Many an age I have guarded those who come to me,
Enfolding them to my breast; my servants wait
Silently, hidden, keeping the darkness, And the stillness; I am their fate.
I feel an intruder, wandering into my domain,
I feel his fear, his searching mind and hands,
I feel the stirring deer and owl,
And then, I feel the taint of man.
Soon, they beasts and birds have lured away,
The poacher, but for his pains; I let
Him find a rabbit to fill his pot and
Belly, lest he forget...
...for I am the Lord of the Forest.
This poem based on "Robin of Sherwood"
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