The Hunt Begins

With a quiver full and fluttering heart,
the prince did make his way into and break
this plane made of light—that place wooded bright!—
and in an instant was full of such fright
for he had never in all of his days
braved beyond that which he could see and taste,
now only to find his feet fixed firmly
to the firmament of the Light-Stag’s land—
and the hunt of a dream he thus began.