Pagan Dawn

In caverns deep the Old Gods sleep,
but the trees still know their lord,
and its the Pipes of Pan, which call the tune
in the twilight of the wood.
The leaves they dance to the Goat Gods tune,
and they whisper his name to the winds,
and the oak treedreams of a God with horns,
and knows no other king.

Up early this morning , for a walk up Mouslow Hill (castle hill), a place where i like to be. This was the seat of a cheiftan his name was Allman , and he built a fort up here, and led many battles from here . Without a doubt he followed the Pagan Gods,this is why i find this place special.