The Beltaine beast

The Beltane beast

Beware the Beltaine Beast, take heed!
For he will ride you hard to meet his needs.
Beware, beware, his power grows,
Your deepest desires he knows, he knows.

I am rutting stag,
I am hungry wolf,
I am rising owl.
I am deepest breath, and first howl.

I change my shape to suit the day,
Sometimes as hunter sometimes as prey.
Standing tall and crouched down low,
Horned one, sharp-tooth, moonlit glow.
Gliding high and on the ground,
nowhere, and yet all around.

That bitter sweet musk scent in the evening trees,
That quiet rustle and..tumble in fallen leaves,
The tendrils of smoke from ancient fires,
That howling as the moon grows higher.

Oh beware, beware the beast indeed
The beast! The beast! The flowing seed!
Beware the howling horned ones prowl
Beware the wolf, the stag the owl!