There froze the frozen rose
Where heroes go to chosen lows.
As sleepy does doze in rows
The antler show just grows and grows
In deeper lies a hidden pond
Where cooler fawns will all abscond.
Full of laughs but not one bond,
Yearns one alone for one more fond.
A rose is carried by this deer
Who slowly brings it full of fear
But knowing that he must be clear
On why on earth he's even here
But they ignore with quiet screams
Reminding him of old bad dreams.
Always unsure and so he deems
That nothing true is what it seems.