Madness

Woodland King

In the wood, a silent lord

That in the darkness gathers

All the little woodland creatures

That in his domain doth dwell.

Horns upon his silken brow,

The ferment of the earth

Within a crown of thorns

Then in this gathering

Of earth and air

Fire, water and the wood;

This gathering

Of beasts of wooded pleasure,

This lord rises up

And in a heartbeat, or spiders breath

Haunts the world with song

Melodic tales of time before

Mankind roamed the earth.

When the sea was ruled by deities

As were the earth and sky

Gods who wore upon their head

The faces of belief

The lord of the wood

Once roamed free

Horned head adorned with flowers

Sharing with the world

The gifts bestowed upon

Each cloven lord

The lords of day and night

And silence draws

A violent shock

As the midnight hour

Slowly creeps upon the night.

This woodland master, gladed lord

Attests for all to see

The master of the earth

Pan’s great deity

Minstrel of the wood

Then in the dawn

Resumes his song

This time of the present

How the moonbeams

Race to touch the earth

And lick the marble waves.

And how stars,

Broken from restraint

Fly unchecked against the sky

And how Night herself

Cloaked in darkened glory

Now sings to serenade us.

Then joining in this siren wail,

The woodland lord arises

And pours his heart

Unto the earth

In joyous solitude

And sings to all

The final notes

Of Night’s soft melody

See the beauty of my land,

And of the world beyond

But remember in your hearts my friends,

The earth is never gone.