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Never in a dozen decades are you
Gonna hear a silence like the snow
Give your eyes rest, listen,
You will need to tune out your noise - don't give
Up; you might miss it
A whisper, a whine, a crunch
Hidden in the twisting trees,
A doe delicately dips her velvety head
and brushes away the snow,
Revealing sparse grass, long since dead
Crunch
The doe lifts her head with alarm
and wistful grace
Her silent wonderland, shattered with aplomb
Quiet as a whisper of wind
with nothing to catch
Golden, gleaming, seven pairs of eyes
Glisten and glare like the moon
Against the vast white winter blanket
A signal; no more than the
Wave of an ashen grey tail
It begins
Gone with the silence
Gone with the flawless shimmering veil
The doe flees
Daintily, into the daunting trees
She is a ballerina
Forever trapped in the song
Her movements precise, none without purpose
The snow crunches with hesitation
under her powerful hooves,
Making its displeasure known with every deafening crunch
Like the sound of opening a fresh bag of potato chips,
the noise of her every step
Alerts her hunters of her location
Her hooves leave prints,
A signature to her trials and tribulations
The hunters fill the air with their own sounds
Barks sharp as nettles
Growls not unlike the rumble of thunder
With hunger and greed, they lash out
and unleash a spray of crimson
The seemingly endless game continues
Their trail is lined
with endless prints from the doe's hooves
the rough paws of the hunters
and splatters of blood
Painting a tale of tragedy and victory
The taste of their prey
The smell of its fear
Enthralls the hunters
and keeps them going
The scarlet droplets pour
and stain the pearly white landscape
Its slope gathering the momentum of both parties
as they race down the mountain
Sky and Earth reflect each other
A starless blanket huddles and clings
Hiding the moon and the stars
Fresh snow falls through the air
It settles on and nestles everything it touches
Creating a fresh new blanket
that hides the stark contrast of crimson and white
Silence falls once more
Blanketing the world in glistening silver
and disguising the gore
Gonna hear a silence like the snow
Give your eyes rest, listen,
You will need to tune out your noise - don't give
Up; you might miss it
A whisper, a whine, a crunch
Hidden in the twisting trees,
A doe delicately dips her velvety head
and brushes away the snow,
Revealing sparse grass, long since dead
Crunch
The doe lifts her head with alarm
and wistful grace
Her silent wonderland, shattered with aplomb
Quiet as a whisper of wind
with nothing to catch
Golden, gleaming, seven pairs of eyes
Glisten and glare like the moon
Against the vast white winter blanket
A signal; no more than the
Wave of an ashen grey tail
It begins
Gone with the silence
Gone with the flawless shimmering veil
The doe flees
Daintily, into the daunting trees
She is a ballerina
Forever trapped in the song
Her movements precise, none without purpose
The snow crunches with hesitation
under her powerful hooves,
Making its displeasure known with every deafening crunch
Like the sound of opening a fresh bag of potato chips,
the noise of her every step
Alerts her hunters of her location
Her hooves leave prints,
A signature to her trials and tribulations
The hunters fill the air with their own sounds
Barks sharp as nettles
Growls not unlike the rumble of thunder
With hunger and greed, they lash out
and unleash a spray of crimson
The seemingly endless game continues
Their trail is lined
with endless prints from the doe's hooves
the rough paws of the hunters
and splatters of blood
Painting a tale of tragedy and victory
The taste of their prey
The smell of its fear
Enthralls the hunters
and keeps them going
The scarlet droplets pour
and stain the pearly white landscape
Its slope gathering the momentum of both parties
as they race down the mountain
Sky and Earth reflect each other
A starless blanket huddles and clings
Hiding the moon and the stars
Fresh snow falls through the air
It settles on and nestles everything it touches
Creating a fresh new blanket
that hides the stark contrast of crimson and white
Silence falls once more
Blanketing the world in glistening silver
and disguising the gore
