|THE FOREST GREEN: THE MIDNIGHT RIDE|
6 comments1 Aug 2004 @ 20:29 by vaxen : Did you...
perchance catch drift of that Horned Hunter of yore? Herne with his marvelous horn.
1 Aug 2004 @ 22:50 by skookum : did he play
AH.. YOU MEAN THIS ONE
"Herne the Hunter
Herne was the favourite huntsman of Richard the Second. Mortally wounded while saving his master from a stag at bay, he was miraculously cured by a stranger, who tied the antlers of a dead stag to the dying man's brow. He claimed in payment all Herne's skill in venery. Crazed by the loss of that skill in the craft he loved, Herne fled to the forest, where a pedlar found his horned corpse hanging from an oak. But every night he returned at the head of a spectral hunt to harry the Windsor game as of old. "
1 Aug 2004 @ 23:42 by vaxen : Not really...
that does, however, capture some of the 'poetry' inherent within the image of the 'god of witches.' ;) The spectral hunt...
2 Aug 2004 @ 04:41 by spiritseek : great poem
well I must say that got a bit steamy,loved it.
2 Aug 2004 @ 12:10 by skookum : proof
I have a great imagination (not having much personal experience to go on here)lol
2 Aug 2004 @ 12:53 by vaxen : Skookum...
this is not your 'first' time in this world and the 'whole track' (memory) far exceeds this dinky bit of fluff called time by the denizens of this tiny, itty bitty, prison planet...you call 'Earth.' The Faeries call this planet 'Mud Ball.' You are not your body, skookum, caontray to what you have been taught. You are eternal so...
You've had lots and lots of experience and it shows...
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