Gethsemane

The deer's flight through cloudy eyes Broken apart by the evil of nature It bursts from the earth, a castle of glass Shattered within a dome of menace Could one so pure ever find hope? In a place so cruel and grim? Not under their watchful eye For it is they that break the once free deer They that hurt it That crush it Polar opposites Though one in the same ---------------------------- - M K Donlowe