Faith by Ness Ayton

Another piece that first appeared in "The Alternative Robin of Sherwood Zine".


Stood on the tor,

bow clenched in his hand

he smiled

for they could not hurt him –

he was Herne's son.

But the arrows stung and hurt.

Then came the swords

all shiny and clean

and he thought to himself

"This isn't real for

Herne will come and carry me away."

But Herne was in his cave,

asleep at the time;

so he lay there –

a man without hope.

They slew him that day

with arrows and swords.

But he was right about one thing

for Herne did come

and take him away.