'Lay down my Lord, give me your staff <br />your rod, your life' <br />'But nay, I will give you my body <br />but my life I keep for myself. <br />Free I roam, these woods my home <br />your arms maychance a prison would be. <br />You see, I enjoy this life <br />Rutting here and there. Pan calls on me <br />but first I give you my seed.' <br />'That is not all I need, <br />come with me, stay, <br />as King take your rightful place. <br />Leave behind the chase. <br />Lay in my arms. <br />Let me be your wife, your life, <br />I provide the sustenance you need, take heed' <br />'But alas, I cannot. I'm too free, you see. <br />I am not yet man enough. <br />The child in me still shows, <br />even as the child in you grows.' <br />'Upon your head i'll set this crown, <br />these kingly robes of red and green. <br />The Wheel ever turning, on it is seen; <br />Your blood on the corn.' <br />'For this I was born. <br />If this be my fate, then this be my will. <br />Come down, I accept the crown! ' <br /> <br />April 1992<br /><br />Penni Currie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beltane-king/
