As storm clouds gather above the glen, heavy with their primal weight,

A Horned God emerges, a titan of unbridled fate.

Lightning casts its silver glare upon His majestic form,

Illuminating the contours of a body, chiseled to perfection, a masterpiece of stormy norm.

His physique, forged in the heart of the tempest, moves with fluid, muscular might,

Strength and agility entwined, like serpents, beneath the jagged, electric light.

His wild mane flows freely, like a river at night, cascading down His back,

And above His brow, twin horns rise, symbols of ancient, unyielding power, forever to attract.

His gaze, a smoldering fire, speaks of secrets untold, of monolithic truths and passions fierce,

A burning invitation, to surrender to the wild, and let the senses, be released, and pierced.

His lips, a curve of challenge, beckon hearts to dare, to step beyond the threshold, and join Him in the air,

To taste the fury of His kiss, and feel the thunder of His love, beyond, beyond, bliss.

His chest, a broad, and muscular, expanse, rises, and falls, with breath,

That whispers secrets, of the forest, and the untamed, and all, that lies beneath.

His skin, a canvas, of tanned, and polished leather, smooth, and bright,

Inviting to touch and taste, the splendor, of His body, in rapturous delight.

And then, His phallus, a symbol, of His power, a mighty upright rod,

A column of divine and vital might, that rises, high, and proud, and never faint.

His manhood a sacred monument, of flesh, and blood, and throbbing desire,

Abundant fountain of fertility. Overflowing and nourishing.

His presence is irresistible, foreboding, and vast,

A chance, to break, from shackles, and reclaim, the distant past.

To dance with the Wild God, to run in His chaos, to revel in the rain,

To find within, the storm, an end, to every chain, and every pain.

In His embrace, the Seeker, sheds, the fears, they’ve known,

Transformed, by truth’s, raw power, their soul, reborn, alone.

The storm reveals, its mysteries, to those who take the leap,

A sacred, boundless, ecstasy, where love and chaos meet.

So dance with Him in madness unbridled. The pipes sing His tune. Horned and sovereign Lord of Shadow. 

Flowing into the heart of thunder, where storm, and soul, collide.

Surrendering  unto His power, let your spirit be reborn.

In the endless, wild freedom, of His love is fierce as the storm.