Storm Faerywolf is an artist, writer, poet, teacher, and initiate of the F(a)eri(e) tradition of witchcraft. He has been practicing the Craft for over 25 years and teaching for more than 15. He has lead open circles, given lectures, and taught classes in the San Francisco Bay Area and across the U.S. He holds the Black Wand, an honor bestowed by Feri Grandmaster Cora Anderson. He has studied diverse practices from various branches of the tradition which he incorporates into his own line of Feri, BlueRose. He is the author of The Stars Within the Earth, and is the editor of WitchEye: A Journal of Feri Uprising. For more information about his classes or his art visit his website at www.faerywolf.com.

This journal is a random slice of my thoughts, musings, art projects, rants, self-indulgent fantasies, and general silliness… on topics such as art, sex, politics, homosexuality, witchcraft, polyamoury, queer spirituality, Reiki, and the occult, to name but a few of my primary interests. I will also make irregular updates here to both my teaching schedule, as well as post links to my various art projects, and content updates to my website, www.faerywolf.com

Pan, the Sacred Lover
©2005 Storm Faerywolf

Long ago on moonlit night
standing naked on the earth
I called to Pan with open heart
and so he came with pleasure’s touch.

From wooded darkness he did come
from fervent rut and primal throb
and horned he stood like blackened flame
to touch my skin and warm my blood.

My hands were his and so they worked
with fevered pitch and soft caress
and as our bodies writhed as one
a moonlit river
deluge of stars.

As seed was spilled upon the earth
as lightning flashed across my mind
the chill of sweat upon my flesh
so marked as his was I that night.

IAO! Pan! My sacred lover,
Who warms my bed on winter’s night,
I bow before your starry rise
And rest within your starry fall.