Cambion

I am that spawn of witch and demon By time's mad prophets long foretold: The unnamed fear of king and freeman, I roam the lawless outland wold, Couching amid the weeds and mould With dire Alecto for my leman. I am that hidden piper, playing The Pan-like strains of malefice That lure the lonely traveller, straying Upon the crumbling precipice: To filmed morass or blind abyss His feet must follow, never staying. I am that swart, unseen pursuer Whose lust begets a changeling breed: All women know me for their wooer: Mine is the whisper the maidens heed At twilight; mine the spells that lead The matron to the nighted moor. I am that messenger whose call Convenes dark mage and banished lord And branded witch and whip-flayed thrall, To plot, amid the madness poured On the black Sabbat's frothing horde, The bale of realms, the planet's fall.