Forest Lord for Bro salvatore

narrative verse

 

 

 

 

Forest Lord.

 

As I walked out beneath the moon

I heard that old compelling tune

The Pipes of Pan that faintly play

 have power to steal my will away.

 

The old God rules the forest yet

I know he does I can’t forget.

I was forced to follow the sound.

Although I know he can’t be found.

 

Unless he chooses to reveal

 he is alive and well and real.

To tell the truth I found it odd

For Pan is a forgotten God.

 

He has the power to overrule

 with music as his only tool.

My hardened shell of disbelief

and in some way grant me relief.

 

From all the woes which trouble me.

So for a little while I’m free,

 to leave reality behind.

For long enough to still my mind.

 

I might be only fantasy.

 I’m well ware that it could be

 Although I try I can’t explain

 the forest is till Pans domain.

 

Then suddenly the music ceased.

I knew that I had been released.

I still cherish the memory

Of the night Pan played pipes for me..

 

28-Oct-08

 

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