The Wild Hunter

I am the voice that calls from deserted hilltops
Hear me whisper in the lonely grass heaths
My heartbeat is the hypnotic pounding
Of the shaman's drum.
I speak in freezing streams; if you listen
In dreams, in visions and in rainbows
I cry in the wind as I hunt my quarry
I am in the sun, the moon, and the Planets.
I haunt the cold, grew barrow and cromlech
I climb the winter sky with Orion's sword
I died for the love of the Goddess
I am reborn again at the winter solstice.
For I am the Child of Promise
I am crowned with holly and oak
I turn with the wheel of the seasons
I am eternal crowned with horns.