MABON

The Young Horned Lord.

He walks that great Mystery's woods,

The secrets he could share,

Secrets of Arn; Secrets of The Moon.

But no,

That is not his way.

The music is soft tonight,

But it is there.

The Wild Girl is still at his defense.

He will rest while he has time,

For The Hunt shall not be forbade their nightly chase.

Oh to be rid of them,

If only for an eternity.

The Hunt,

With their Dark Souls,

And their twisted ways.

There is a faint sound,

The baying of hounds.

She is near tonight,

If only...

The Hunt approaches.

If only Love could...

Arn appears.

"Your hunters approach.

It will end soon.

But now take your mantle & run!"