Invocation To The Horned One at Beltane
by Blayze

I call to thee O Horned One
From the forest of ancient dreaming
Awake ye to the dance of Summer's dawn

Thou art the Stag of Seven Tines
The rampant boar with tusks of gold
The gnarled oak of steadfast strength

O Lord of the Forest
Thy sap rises in our veins
As the season's turn by thy virility

Thy roots spread wide and deep
Thy branches enfold the Sun
Thy leaves cloak the verdant green

O Lord of Summer's yearning
Let thy shining presence descend to fill this place
By wind and rain, by earth and flame
We invoke thee.