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Autumn and Pan.

by don-moore

He sings a song of love and darkness I twirl away with my leaves of autumn He stamps his foot and roars his call I disguise myself in brown and gold He leaves buds where his feet fall I must horde my experience He gives freely what I adore I am regal and one of four He has boundless endless love I let him chase me each year He chases in our endless game I whirl like leaves blown on a chill wind He jumps and twists as he attempts to tryst Then I must be gone for another year And He, He is bereft But watches for my chillier sister who is next
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Oct 6, 2016
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In Greek religion and mythology, Pan is the god of the wild, shepherds and flocks, nature of mountain wilds and rustic music, and companion of the nymphs. His name originates within the Ancient Greek language, from the word paein, meaning "to pasture"; the modern word "panic" is derived from the name. He has the hindquarters, legs, and horns of a goat, in the same manner as a faun or satyr. With his homeland in rustic Arcadia, he is also recognized as the god of fields, groves, and wooded glens; because of this, Pan is connected to fertility and the season of spring. The ancient Greeks also considered Pan to be the god of theatrical criticism.

A Poem from my first draft book, a dark faery tale set in Cornwall, romance and death, the turn of the seasons, and the world,

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