The Silver Doe

The silver doe prances through silver fields
Grazing gently upon silver flowers
She offers protection of silver shields
While those around her stoop and cower

The silver doe is beloved by many
Her protection offered to those who ask
You can ask her thoughts for a penny
But silently she prances, concealed by deer mask

The silver doe is conjured by a man in black
She shields him with her body, though she loves the stag
The man is protected during a dark attack
But when he's safe his heart remains in tattered rags