Pan's pipes


Pan’s pipes fill the forest primeval
Moonlit maidens dance to his tune
Goddess’ gathered beneath mother Earth’s canopy
While warlocks chant a spell of renewal.
Instinctual, carnal
primordial passions build
Limbs entwine
Power surges
Urging souls embrace
Nature’s communion
Worship power’s source
Coursing through their veins
The heat and longing of the ages
Witches weave, warlocks writhe
Sisters and brothers
Celebrating the mother
Blessed be.

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