In the forest deep and green,

Where the ancient oaks are seen,

Lives a God, both wild and free,

Known to many as Herne, the Horned One.

With antlers tall and eyes of fire,

He roams the woods, never to tire,

A symbol of nature, both fierce and kind,

His presence, a force of the wild divine.

To those who seek, He’s a guide,

A teacher of the mysteries that hide,

His wisdom, ancient and profound,

Echoes through the forest with a resounding sound.

In tune with the cycles of nature’s flow,

He’s the keeper of the earth’s primal glow,

A protector of the wild and free,

A force of magick, that many see.

So if you ever wander in the woods,

And hear the whisper of the forest deep,

Listen closely, and you may hear,

The call of Herne, the God so dear.