I am He of many names.
Called demonic, they tried to erase me.
But here again I stand before you.
As passion rises to blood and tears.
I hurtle through the dead of night.
For those of you who doubt my call.
I am the mighty Pan.
I am ALL.
I am the virile ecstasy of maleness, the naked, sweat-drenched breath on skin.
I am the temptation that licks your face.
Wild and free I stand at the crossroads; waiting.
I am the lust that pursues you to obsession.
I am He who stirs your dreams and conjures lovers at your command.
I am the fire in your belly, the race of your heart and the seed of your dreams.
I am the stallion, fuelled for the race, to course through your veins.
I am the silence at dusk, the intake of breath.
I am the Wild One.
I am He.
From The Greening of Man