Both wicked and lustful this God's horny might,
he plays hide and seek with the shadows of night,
enthroned in high mountains - nobility crowned;
with the wisdom of ages - the forest His gown,
so nimble the fingers that pipe out of tune,
simple and pure is the song of the moon-
that echoes each evening the ritual performed,
a lament for a God to a devil transformed.
Martin Walkyier
1987
