An Invocation to the Horned God

[Dept of PMM Artists & things]

Horned Hunter, nature's green. Who rides the night through trails unseen.
As deer and wolf, prey and beast. Thy streams of light yield hunger's feast.
As mother's soil sustains thy grain, thy cloven hooves complete the chain.
And form the seal by which we feed. No want for soil without the seed.
So come ye thus and join my hands as guide and guard through these Thy lands.
Take this my heart and make thine own. Thy warder's will in me be sown.
As dawn draws nigh become my mind with single soul we two combined.
And speak we two as name's invoked. Thy will in me, the will evoked.

Through lands far and near My names each are known.
As Herne I am death, as Sin I atone.
As Shiva and Thoth I cling to men's eyes,
And show them the riddles they seek in the skies.
As Dagda and Dwynn, I yield peace and light.
As Ogma I teach and rule not with might.
Men call Me Neptune when saved by the seas,
And know Me as Set when cut at the knees.
My Mother and Wife are one in the same.
Through death in Her arms I rise and reclaim.
All My dominion She guards in My wake.
And weeps winter moons 'til life I retake.
The soil of Her womb holds seed and gray bone.
As phoenix and father, I sire my own.
And to all My young I give only this:
All of My essence to seek and find bliss.
As wolf who protects that pack from all harm,
I cast out the ills that maim and disarm.
All who seek refuge from exile and blame
I grant Ye My lair as den without shame.
Whatever path Ye seek through the sands
My blessings I give just honor My lands.
And 'til journey's end when briefly Ye sleep,
May wisdom and cunning in justice Ye keep.

--by Heather Renae