Can’t you hear the
pipes of Pan?
The god whose form is beast and man.
The one adorned
with hooves and horns
and a bearded face
when he was born.
– © Sin Madison
The heart of the forest, herein
By the moon-soaked river bed
When starry Nyx embraces us
The time is near , & we’ll begin
You’ll hear us witches chanting
You will see us witches dancing
Whereas we’ve come to honor him
Our lord, the Great-God Pan!
© – Sin Madison, 2015
Art by – Taner Ceylan (www.tanerceylan.com)