The Horned one

In the forests at night you hear his call.
He calls for you to join him, one and all
Haunting melodies from wooden pipes,
echo elusively in this sacred night.
Over the death of dullness we gloat,
as we embrace the grace of the Goat
In his woods without roof,
sacred trails of cloven hoof.
Laughter echoes grief is gone.
Follow the path of the Horned one!