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Into the deep, dark night
I rode a stag
The wind blew through the trees
Causing the branches to sag
They caught at my garments
Shredding to a rag
But I cared not at all
For the Wild Hunt was on
My little part in it
Would soon be gone
I trailed far behind and below
The Horned One
And as the Goddess brought forth
The light of day
I grew so very weary
Slowing my way
But so it should be
For I cannot stay