An Invocation to the Horned God

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.
To Take 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. Thy Will Invoked.

Through Lands Far and Near, My Names Each Are Known.
As Herne, I am Death. As Sinn, 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 Dwyn, I Yield Peace and Light.
As Ogma I Teach, And Rule Not With Might.
Men Call Me Neptune When Saved by the Seas
And Known 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 Am Give Only This
All of My Essence To Seek and Find Bliss

As Wolf Who Protects the 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 Such 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.