Crown Of Horns

Pan, to every one, as is their heart...art thou revealed. Of your beauty, or their shame...or of their fear, or of their blame, of you...so, they see you there, nor marvel not, for some...or hunt you down, for game...yet, there are those, that love you dear...and, unto those, I pray, appear, to rest with them...to lay with them...to play with them, and they with you...in your divine kingdom...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: Pan of the forest, work in progress, deviantart.com