The Satyr's Gaze

I came across a wooded land
Not a place for either beast nor man
And through the trees a sound captured my ear
Follow the Pied Piper, loud and clear
And as I followed through the misty haze
I was taken prisoner by the Satyr's gaze.

I followed him as he took me by the hand
His horned features gleaned just like the God Pan
Leaping and hopping in his peculiar way
I couldn't leave and I had to stay
Following the piper through the dusky wood
Never wondering if I should
As I followed his peculiar ways
I was entranced by the Satyr's gaze

And over hill and dale we danced from dusk till noon
We fraternised will nature, the sun and moon
I could not comprehend what he was doing to me
I could not think or speak, nor truly see
And deeper deeper into the woods we ran
Follow the piper.. follow the God Pan...

And to a clearing in the woods we came by
Where Hobbit holes abound and faeries fly
A magic tree he led me to it
And then the Satyr he led me through it
I have been lost for many days
Since I was captured by the Satyr's Gaze