"The final prayer of Pan" by Kathleen Morgaine Haubrich

Pan’s last Prayer

Athena:

"Oh gentle pan, pour thrice upon me your bleak happenings…

For love it seems, has taken away your joyous nature,

Your able eyes seem as a wound upon your face, in utter discontent

There will be no more frolicking with woodland fairies today"

Pan:

"The faintest outrage, the withered flames, they're yet unknown to me…

My love is to be washed out from existence. A speck of duty on a sandy shore,

To pine upon one fair as she, would deem a pleasant task?

Oh Athena, help me for I must change her destiny."

Athena:

"Do singe your sorrows, bread not a life of harvest lost,

My wiser hand shall aid your plight, for hence my will be gone,

Her love will give you mortal limbs, to save her from her fate

And you will die a lowly death, but in the heaven's you will wait."

Pan:

“Availed by sweet ambrosia, amidst Olympus shall I thrive, to aid she whose eyes do plead for my soul…

I shall go to sweet Iphegenia and cleanse her from her pain,

And take unto me her sorrows past,

And be ridst of all things foul.”

Athena:

"A golden light shall thence descend, upon your selfless soul, and linger not shall she in endless grief alas.

For you have paid the ultimate price, to show your love to her, and she will not forget as years will come and pass”

Pan:

“Grandest Athena, your words can lure a titan from his wrathful grave,

And you shall be remembered like streams that flow and trees that wave

I pour upon you my gratitude, which dances with fair Aphrodite, and hunts with true Artemis...

Your grace exceeds the horizon, its fills the land with hope. I will dance with the birds and tremble with the leaves.

Athena:

Fly, dear pan, and do your task, for swift it's course, the finer reaped reward.