The pale moon lingers beneath the willow leaves,
Shadows dancing on the lawn betwixt the embers of the worms glow
The gnomes and faes dash away as the madness spirals out of control
Dancing mad in the loom
With eyes saddened deep
Calling forth Pan the wanderlust king
To end the day,
Forever more night
Twisting and lusting
The loss of hope
Chancing to see deep, deeper still,
The well, Pan cometh.
