THE SEEKER’S QUEST OF THE MIRACLE STAG
In the depths of ancient woodlands, a seeker bold and brave,
Embarked upon a sacred quest, through shadows dense and grave.
Legends spoke of the Miracle Stag, with antlers wreathed in light,
A beacon of celestial grace, a symbol so pure and bright.
Through whispers of enchanted trees, the seeker trods with care,
In search of the ethereal beast, through realms of magic rare.
Beneath a canopy of stars, where moonlight softly streamed,
The forest held its secrets close, as if within a dream.
The air was thick with mystic power, the night alive with lore,
The seeker felt a presence near, like never felt before.
With every step, the heart did race, with hope and reverence true,
For to glimpse the Stag’s divine embrace, was to witness something new.
A flash of silver in the dark, a movement swift and sleek,
he seeker paused and held their breath, spirit feeling weak.
The Miracle Stag, so near at last, its form a glowing fire,
A creature of the heavens’ light, of human heart’s desire.
It moved with grace beyond compare, like moonbeams on the lake,
Its antlers held the cosmos’ glow, a sight that made hearts quake.
In silence, they beheld the Stag, the seeker’s soul alight,
A bond of understanding formed, within the sacred night.
The Stag’s eyes held the universe, a depth profound and vast,
A mirror to the seeker’s soul, reflecting future, ‘n’ past.
In that moment, wisdom flowed, like rivers pure and clear,
The seeker knew their journey’s end, was neither far nor near.
The forest whispered ancient tales, of trials faced and won,
Of journeys through the darkest woods, beneath the rising sun.
The seeker felt a kinship deep, with nature’s wondrous plan,
And vowed to tread with gentleness, to honor beast ‘n’ land.
For in the presence of the Stag, a truth was made so clear,
That every step within the wild, was filled with love ‘n’ fear.
With dawn’s first light, the Stag did fade, a wisp of dreams untold,
Yet in the seeker’s heart it stayed, a warmth against the cold.
The journey’s end was but a start, to paths untraveled still,
With courage, wisdom, and a heart, attuned to nature’s will.
The legend of the Miracle Stag, a guiding north star far above,
For every seeker’s quest, embrace this tale by virtue of hope ‘n’ love.