The extinct stars look down
On the centuries of the horned God.

From the dark recesses of the Caverne des Trois Freres in Ariege,
To the horned Moses of Michelangelo in Rome,
From the Bull of Minos and his leaping dancers
Poised on the horns of the dilemma...

From Pan, laughing and fucking and making light of all devils,
To the Devil himself, the Man in Black,
Conjured by the lusts of the Christians...

From Osiris of the upper and lower kingdoms,
To the Minotaur of azure Crete and his lost labyrinth...

From Cernunnos to Satan -- God of dark desires --
What a decline in horny Gods!

O for a goat to dance with!
O for a circle of witches skyclad under the horned moon!

Outside my window the hunters are shooting deer.
Thus has your worship sunk.

O God with horns, come back.
O unicorn in captivity,
Come lead us out of our willful darkness!

Come skewer the sun with your pointed horns,
And make the cave, the skull, the pelvic arch
Once more a place of light.