Hail O Horned One
You who makes the corn grow, the cock rise, and the redwood trees stand tall, may I feel your pulse that runs between all things. May I stand on your legs in the midst of the forest and in the company of men. May I feel the strength of your body in my body and know that I am one with all creation. May I wear your horns, your hoofs, may I fertilize the fields with your cum. And when the time arrives, may I face death with your courage and grace.
Hail, O Horned One. Please bless me with your presence now. May this be my turn to wear your horns.