Deep in unharrowed woodlands sleeping, beneath the towering willows weeping,
Unmarred by the intrusive light of dawn rests he, the melodic faun.
Upon right shoulder rests his bow and 'round his horns flowers grow.
Catching hearts of both maiden and hag is his unabashed and shameless brag.
With a flex of wrist he summons the wind and leaves all care and woe behind;
And yet, his rest is restless still as the forest decays and grows ill.
Great faun, will your goddess flourish once more, or will she leave you on the forest floor?
The faun laughs and shrugs his shoulders, ever warm as the night grows colder,
"No maiden, queen, or crone can refuse me place on her throne!
I am your heart's desire; and thus, the wood shall never expire!"
Deep in unharrowed woodlands sleeping, beneath the towering willows weeping,
Lies the goddess with her faun, blending star-filled night and shining dawn.