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Upon a flowery mead, covered by morning dew

A new-born fawn lies helpless in the grass

As the first rays of sunlight reaches him

He opens his eyes and looks at the world around

Unknowing of the fact that he’s condemned to die

In infernal pain from a hereditary disease

Caused by pollution from the civilized world of human beings

Unknowing and dauntless he takes his first steps in this new world

He sucks the poisonous milk from his mother

She is ill, she is weak, her yes reflect the sorrow

The sorrow to know that her child was born to die

As time passes he grows older but weaker – wiser but sadder

He has seen his tribe diminish and the forest die away

He has felt his strenght fade and is now marked by illness

And as he feels that he is soon to die

He slowly walks back to that old meadow (where once he was born)

He recalls those days of innocence and joy

He lies down in the grass his breathing grows faster

His pain becomes even worse

He closes his eyes and suddenly the pain is gone

Now there lies a putrified corpse

The stench is unbearable, his eyes are two black holes

Staring into infinity

Beyond this world and the odious of it all

For no-one to see, nor remember

What once has been a beautiful fawn

For no-one to see, a meaningless life of pain