Call of Herne

Call of Herne

Hazy-eyed dreamer 

You long to be 

In the tangled wood 

Amongst the trees 

 

To feel the pulse 

The forest’s charm 

That pounding, that burning 

The hunters’ drums

Starry-eyed poet Arise! Awake! The Hunter calls you Your future to take! 

 

Lose yourself 

To the wild, the thrall 

Join the riders 

And the squall 

 

Curious wanderer 

You’ve come too far Can you still see Those distant stars? 

 

Forget the path 

The way you came 

Join us now 

Where there is no shame 

 

Hazy-eyed dreamer 

In your gaze I see: 

Your fate is set 

You belong with me. 

Original Poetry