Wilten & Want

an autumn morn
i’m just a sad buck in the wood
tangled so deep
droplets from the watery sky leak
and bathe my coat of sheen
wilten and want for eve
how shall i go?
night’s molten globe spills from the dark
i’m ripped and torn
i hide my lethargy from
the great, golden guide
friend and foe
i’ll spell my tale
my spidery tale of running
of burdens so great
this bony crown’s fate
see me running
a fierce display
i will not chase you anymore
insides are rot
your pointed digs swipe through my coat
so thin from battles
wilten and want
i’ll spell you my tale
my spidery tale of moving on
i keep the pace
this thoroughbred races
tell my weary tale
this spidery tale
move you along
i’m bloody and worn
my hooves carry on
i run and i run
i run and i run
not to you
i run and i run
i run and i run
so through you
i run and i run
i run and i run
so through with you