When light goes down and darkness
rises
And naught is left save breath and shadow
And the chill caressing sigh of wind;
When moonlight covers all in hoary grey
And blunts the edges of day-time shades
Dissolving blues and reds to silver-white;
When the world tilts and heaves and shudders
And the sky fills with an electrical promise
And the air is thick enough to wrap around you like a fleece;
When beasts bay and eyes blaze in the distance
And silhouettes seem to melt out of every pool of night -
When fright beats a staccato cadence in your blood
Yet curiosity drives you to deeper into the dusky shade -
When the twisting of the paths make your feet lose their
way
And yet even in your terror you find a great beauty in your fear -
You will know then that Great Pan is not dead,
He but only waits for you in the wildest places of your
mind.
