Story Tellers

We are the story tellers, Once of nature loving best. River and mountain lake and forest Teaming life of air or land. We loved the wolf, big hearted proud The stubborn boar reclusive bear. Each with spirit man endowed them To tell of knowing natures worth. Shaman natures laws need master Herb law, river, the running deer. The seasons passing they knew them, Living with all, wild untamed and free. To share in stories at end of day. But Abraham this way came stalking, Telling stories of a jealous god. Soul giver only to his chosen Nature shorn, a play thing made Hidden in mists behind the vale of tears. Shaman cast anew to be witches, For knowing natures secret ways. Cernunnos, Pan, soon turned to devil, By prelates of numen promising eternal life. Nature made wicked will loose its value When souls stand knocking at heavens door. Fantastical tales are loved the best When men will argue of dancing Angels on the heads of pins, Or flights of fancy to travel the stars.