I keep dreaming and having flashes of a stag? An elk?
First, like a burning desire, leaping over me. Escaping.
And now, this dream.
A gleaming white elk.
Lord of the Undergrowth, rare and godly,
I will follow you through the dark, misty cover of the canopy,
Avoid bureaucrats and zombies,
And join you amongst subservient wolves.
A poem about the right place, right time, right mind
Characteristics of the Stag:
Grace and majesty
Poise and dignity
Spiritual and physical independence
Fertility and sexuality
Purification through letting go of unnecessary possessions or emotional attachments – thereby gaining independence and integrity
Messenger of the Otherworld