As goddess of the Earth and agriculture, Ceres is depicted wearing a bundle of wheat spikes on her head. Beside her, Pan, the god of shepherds and herds, has a crown of oak leaves. Ceres symbolizes cultivated nature and Pan, wild nature. The horn of plenty and basket of fruit in their laps alludes to the fecundity and fertility of the Earth, which is strengthened by the fruit and vegetables strewn around them.



The Witches Dance


Old wild wood deep therein
Amid ancient gnarled trees
Where it glows & is agleam
Neath full, fair-faced Selene

Near caves hallowed over time
‘Twas fraught with orgies in his name
Betwixt foggy, craggy mountains
Wherein echoes are contained

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 (
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“Great Pan, He Calls Us”



Listen now, Great Pan he calls us
From the green wood in his grove
‘neath the waxing moon above us
Hear his clear flute sweet and low
Hear his clear flute sweet and low

Follow in the dance he’s leading
Circle ‘round the fire’s glow
Come and drink the wine he pours us
From the tangled vines that grow
From the tangled vines that grow
From the tangled vines that grow

Listen now and I shall follow
Listen now and I may follow

Listen now and I will follow

Out of the mid-wood’s twilight
Into the meadow’s dawn
Ivory limbed and brown eyed
Flashes the Faun

He skips through the copses singing
And his shadow dances along
And I know not which I should follow
Shadow or Song

O Hunter, snare me his shadow
O Nightingale, catch me his strain
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain.

Song lyrics by “Hymn to Pan”, by FAUN (Song linked in comments below)
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Hymn to Pan XIX



Hymn to Pan XIX

Muse, tell me about Pan, the dear son of Hermes, with his goat’s feet and two horns—a lover of merry noise.

Through wooded glades he wanders with dancing Nymphs who foot it on some sheer cliff’s edge, calling upon Pan, the shepherd-god, long-haired, unkempt.

He has every snowy crest and the mountain peaks and rocky crests for his domain; hither and thither he goes through the close thickets, now lured by soft streams, and now he presses on amongst towering crags and climbs up to the highest peak that overlooks the flocks.

Often he courses through the glistening high mountains, and often on the shouldered hills he speeds along slaying wild beasts, this keen-eyed god.

Only at evening, as he returns from the chase, he sounds his note, playing sweet and low on his pipes of reed; not even she could excel him in melody—that bird who in flower-laden spring pouring forth her lament utters honey-voiced song amid the leaves.

At that hour the clear-voiced Nymphs are with him and move with nimble feet, singing by some spring of dark water, while Echo wails about the mountain-top, and the god on this side or on that of the choirs, or at times sidling into the midst, plies it nimbly with his feet.

On his back he wears a spotted lynx-pelt, and he delights in high-pitched songs in a soft meadow where crocuses and sweet-smelling hyacinths bloom at random in the grass.

They sing of the blessed gods and high Olympos (Olympus) and choose to tell of such a one as luck-bringing Hermes above the rest, how he is the swift messenger of all the gods, and how he came to Arkadia (Arcadia), the land of many springs and mother of flocks, there where his sacred place is as god of Kyllene (Cyllene).

For there, though a god, he used to tend curly-fleeced sheep in the service of a mortal man, because there fell on him and waxed strong melting desire to wed the rich-tressed daughter of Dryops, and there be brought about the merry marriage.

And in the house she bare Hermes a dear son who from his birth was marvelous to look upon, with goat’s feet and two horns—a noisy, merry-laughing child.

But when the nurse saw his uncouth face and full beard, she was afraid and sprang up and fled and left the child.

Then luck-bringing Hermes received him and took him in his arms; very glad in his heart was the god.

And he went quickly to the abodes of the deathless gods, carrying the son wrapped in warm skins of mountain hares, and set him down beside Zeus and showed him to the rest of the gods.

Then all the immortals were glad in heart and Bacchie Dionysos in especial; and they called the boy Pan because he delighted all their hearts.

And so hail to you, lord! I seek your favor with a song. And now I will remember you and another song also.
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