xfawn hued femora moves through grasslands, picking way through realm as softly the Phropecy tis recited to self-
"When the Lore is bruised and Boken
Shattered like a blasted tree
Then shall Herne be justly woken
Born to set the Herla free
On his brow a leaf of oaken
Changeling Child shalt be his fate
Understanding words strange spoken
Chased by anger, fear and hate
He shall flee o'er hill and heather
And shall go where no equine can
Knowing secrets dark to LEra
Til his need shalt summon man
Air and Water, earth and fire,
All shall ease his bitter pain
Till the elements conspire
To restore the Island Chain
First the High Land grass shalt flower
As he quests thorugh wind and snow
Then he breaks and ancient power
And returns to face his woe
When the Lord of Lies upbraid him
Then his wrath shalt cloak the sun
And the Herla's foe shalt aid him
The confront the evil one
Sacrafice shalt be his meaning
He the darkest secret learn
Truths of beast and man revealing
Touching on the heart of Herne
Fawn of moonlight ever after
So shalt all the HErla sing
For his days shalt herald laughter
born a healer and a king
¶same hued colt bounds after dam, undertsanding little yet fullo fpsringtime joy¶
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