Metal Monday CIII - In The Hunter's Shadow

2/19/2018

It seems I have begun to spiral down a pagan/folk metal journey as of late. Each piece I find most intriguing or captivating is from that realm. HERNE has wandered into my collection (Yes, the artwork did lure me in). It is wild, bewildering, and haunting. Another wood wraith to mingle in the mad forest I dream of while awake, its wails beckoning me to join them in those woodland depths. Sojourn into those twisted timbers and listen as the forest calls.

Cold I lie, all life drained
My life I gave for my king
Skilled - yet i failed. I the prey

What was once was will never be
My life of old has passed
Obscure my being, a tragedy
In solitude I roam
The forest king, the raging one
Herne I'm called
'Tween the worlds, not man not ghost
For eternity bound to ride

You will breathe and live
Your skill, your prowess I claim
For your life

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THE MAD BARRON

QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)