A Stag’s Regret

A Stag

I saw in the brush a beautiful maiden.

I could not help staring at how she was so fair.

She screamed and threatened to turn me into a beast.

I could not help but stare at her fairness.

Her anger rose like red embers.

 You are a stag, you wicked man.

 I could not move left in the forest.

I am to be hunted.

Should I tell another of her beauty?

I would become the prey of hunters.

 The arrow that pierces my heart.

I would be taken to a hunter’s den and eaten up.

 O, the fairness of woman is cruel indeed!

I shall never speak of her fairness.