The demigod Pan takes his evening nap
in a peaceful forest in Autumn
leaning up against a tree
his snores frightening all the creatures away
The fur on his upper goat legs
matches the colour of the falling leaves
clashing with his purple loin cloth
his long hair only disturbed by his horns and ears
his untidy beard reaches down to his arms
folded loosely over his bare chest
His pipes are propped up on a rock on his right
alongside his small green shoulder bag
decorated with silver moon and stars
containing bottle of tears from poor Syrinx
before her transformation in to reeds
As night sets in he will rise
and travel to the nearest city in disguise
invading dreams to spread fear and nightmares
moving on as they spread like a plague
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