Monarch
of the Glen, his name is legend
The
mountain reaches his domain
Sweeping
valleys echo to his roar
Majestic
he stands, patient and still
His Royal
crown reaching into the light
A mountain
of immovable muscle
Silhouetted
proud against the frosted peaks
He
stalks the broken paths of nature's trails
I
step to the left
He
steps to the right
Each
sinew reacting
To my
every action
I
step to the right
He
edges to the left
His
eyes homing in
As I
try to move on
Immobilised,
my life frozen in that moment
Held
in stasis as the world moves forward
Barriers
rise at every turn of the dusty road
Like
great dams holding back the rivers run
Progress
halted by the beast that stands firm
Everyday
existence stilted by his very presence
Held
in check as he moves his pieces on the board
Mountain
king stands before me and waits
In
this game of life he blocks my every move
Held in
check within his thorny crown of bone
The
board is static as the avenues are sealed
Escape
routes closed in chequered boulevards
My
royal nemesis awaits me at the crossroads
His
route of choice is the path he tries to force
Standing
firm before him now I will not break
And
so the never-ending impasse carries on
With
every waking hour
He
stands before me
The Monarch
of the Glen
The Ruler
of my fate
Guardian
of my dreams
He
fills my nightmares
He's
the essence of my life
I am
the Stag
©
Fergus Martin
Mar
2013
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