White stag runs o’er the silent slain
Black hearted hunter yearns to live life again
Bloody tracks break o’er an open plain
Red hearted prize for what was lost and gained
Sunset crosses and a Hellhound’s pain
Cup runneth o’er for a deadman’s reign
Blue tears trumpet what was lost, what was lost, what was lost, what was lost…
Never sure if it’s good but I write. Give it a try. Post it up. I made the last line longer and incongruent with the first six in order to break up the monotony and give it a trailing effect as if a horn were fading away. Imagine a stag running off into the distance.
