With coat of pearl and mane of dusk,
Eikthyrdeer, a gentle husk.
Through twilight glades its form doth glide,
Majestic grace, where shadows hide.
Upon its brow, a crown of might,
Twin antlers glow, ethereal light.
A leader’s mark, a symbol worn,
Through battles fought, and lessons learned.
For deep within those eyes serene,
Lies wisdom whispered, ever keen.
Of fragile blooms and forests old,
Of stories whispered, yet untold.
But danger lurks in beauty’s guise,
For horns once strong, may fall and break.
Despair then takes the noble heart,
A lonely path, to tear it apart.
Yet hope remains, a flickering spark,
For antlers mend, and leave their mark.
So seek the beast, with gentle hand,
And heal the wound, across the land.
Then ride the wind, on moonlit plains,
Where Eikthyrdeer forever reigns.
A bond of trust, a friendship true,
Beneath the stars, bathed in moonlit dew.