Herne

Lyrics for a folk song

He wears the evergreen forest
the sharp horns of the strongest beast.
He is life, He is death
He is the valley in between.

He is hungry for a change
As nuclear reactions are released
He is war, he is peace
He is the future still unseen.

He blows holy smoke rings
As angels fall and devils feast.
He is light, he is dark
He is all the shades in between.

He is the wild man of the woods
He is hunted by the priest.
He is love, he is hate
He is lost in a sea of green.

He wears the evergreen forest
the sharp horns of the strongest beast.
He is life, He is death
He is the valley in between.

Reviews

[Greg Close]

Great and very evocative language really paints the scene well. "He wears the evergreen forest" took me into this lyric straight away, and I love how you closed it out with the repetitive stanza. "He is life, hie is death>He is the valley in-between." I really felt the primeval presence and force of the Hunter. Go maire tú an lá!!

[Jenny Nelson]

An interesting and descriptive write. Thought provoking. Nice job with this. I enjoyed reading it.