1. Forgotten
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    13 Aug '06 19:25
    Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
    O man ! My man !
    Come careering out of the night
    Of Pan ! Io Pan .
    Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
    From Sicily and from Arcady !
    Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
    And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
    On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
    To me, to me,
    Coem with Apollo in bridal dress
    (Spheperdess and pythoness)
    Come with Artemis, silken shod,
    And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
    In the moon, of the woods, on the marble mount,
    The dimpled dawn of of the amber fount !
    Dip the purple of passionate prayer
    In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
    The soul that startles in eyes of blue
    To watch thy wantoness weeping through
    The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
    Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
    And body and brain -come over the sea,
    (Io Pan ! Io Pan !)
    Devil or god, to me, to me,
    My man ! my man !
    Come with trumpets sounding shrill
    Over the hill !
    Come with drums low muttering
    From the spring !
    Come with flute and come with pipe !
    Am I not ripe ?
    I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
    With air that hath no boughs to nestle
    My body, weary of empty clasp,
    Strong as a lion, and sharp as an asp-
    Come, O come !
    I am numb
    With the lonely lust of devildom.
    Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
    All devourer, all begetter;
    Give me the sign of the Open Eye
    And the token erect of thorny thigh
    And the word of madness and mystery,
    O pan ! Io Pan !
    Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Pan Pan ! Pan,
    I am a man:
    Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
    O Pan ! Io Pan !
    Io pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Iam awake
    In the grip of the snake.
    The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
    The gods withdraw:
    The great beasts come, Io Pan ! I am borne
    To death on the horn
    Of the Unicorn.
    I am Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan !
    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 on the rocks
    Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
    And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
    Everlasting, world without end.
    Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
    In the might of Pan.
    Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan ! Io Pan !
  2. Joined
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    13 Aug '06 19:44
    Originally posted by aspviper666
    Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
    O man ! My man !
    Come careering out of the night
    Of Pan ! Io Pan .
    Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
    From Sicily and from Arcady !
    Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
    And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
    On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
    To me, to me,
    Coem with Apollo in bridal dress
    (Spheperd ...[text shortened]... end.
    Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
    In the might of Pan.
    Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan ! Io Pan !
    too long sorry
  3. Forgotten
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    13 Aug '06 19:53
    Originally posted by EcstremeVenom
    too long sorry
    That's what she said. 😀
  4. Hmmm . . .
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    14 Aug '06 01:19
    Originally posted by aspviper666
    That's what she said. 😀
    LOL! Brings back memories, Artie, brings back memories... 😉
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