I was lost in a Forrest
For some time, I was worried
What would come of the night.
My life in the clutches of primal
Prophet's scribbles on stone walls
Still depictions patiently awaiting their turn to become more than
Rainbows spread across clay

The sweet hymns of the
Wind, singing nymphs with
Dresses of daisy vines and
There, my eyes beheld The
Satyr, I see you Pan, dancing
With witches 'round the flames
Licking the sky with your flute
Whispering secrets to the galaxies.

My heart skipped as I
Came upon Thy five pointed
Medallion made of silver
Sparks in your gaze striking
Something ablaze in me
Mighty Beast, breathe and
Release the wild into The
Treacherous woods again.