Through the lush gardens,
Through Eden,
We roamed.

You were shining sleek,
A fallen star,
So lovely.

Your coat was sea-foam white,
Hooves of crystal, mane of silk;
Your gentle eyes belied your might.
And upon your brow a shining horn,
Unsullied by the bloody fight;
And at the fountain you did bow
To steal the taint from water clear.

Through the lush gardens,
Though Canaan,
We roamed.

I ran on four feet,
A wild thing,
So free.

I was gray-furred, sharp-toothed, and swift.
My paws were quick, my mind was keen,
My free and wild soul did often drift,
And my love for you tore me from my pack.
Joyfully, I did lift
My voice to where the winds flew.
Joyfully, I howled.

We roamed free, my love.

But they hunted you with hounds and nets,
And tempted you with virgins.
And when at last they caught you,
They set your spirit free,
But defiled your holy body, my brother,
To make a cup for their barbaric king.

I mourned you, my love.

But they chased me with swift dogs and horses,
And set snares along the paths.
I died with an arrow-head deep in my heart,
Killed because they thought I was evil.
They thought I was a murderer,
But had held you holy and had killed you as well.