Through the mists and shadows,
he comes for her with eccentric Gothic flair.
Fires burn brightly on her shores,
and they sing of a maiden fair.
How he stole her heart,
up at the top of the Tor.
Thier bodies entwined together,
In the space between the worlds.
From the moment Time had begun,
she had been by his side.
The great Lord Pan,
and his lovely Elven Bride.
Colored leaves fall to the ground,
as soft Autumn blows.
The Great horned God,
and his beautifully cloven hooves.
The season changes colors,
so does her lustrous hair.
With but a flick of her finger,
she draws his sensual glare.
She turns and moves her hips,
to an unknown rythm and time.
The knowledge of what he does to her,
surpasses infinitly sublime.
Trapped by her beauty,
enthralled by his passioned kiss.
Pan touches her fine lined face,
and sends her into bliss.
Written By: Ruth Anna Brown-Weems
Copy Right, All Rights Reserved November 1, 2007
