A Hymn to Pan
Aleister Crowley
I am thy mate, I am thy man
Goat of thy flock,
I am gold, I am God
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod
With hoofs of steel, I race to the rocks
Through solstice stubborn, to Equinox
And I rape; and I rend
Everlasting, world without end,
Manekin, maiden, maenad, man
In the might of Pan!