by David Tobin

Cernunos

I fade deeper into the forest
Daylight drips dimmer
Everywhere, shadows appear
Primordial caricatures
An eerie essence
A ghostly glimmer
A Pagan presence
The forest protector
Procurer of judgement
Stern steady silence
One to fear
Now and near
Ready for reprieve 
I hasten to leave.
Irish Folklore, maybe!
But we’ve met before
He let me pass
That was past
Best be fast.