Long Man of Wilmington - Old Forest

By the Priory of Wilmington, long now gone, is the path

to another

plane.

Where the 'Long Man' stands as a sign to all

that the old gods

still remain.

Caught between two worlds he stands — to

mark rituals

of old.

A giant calling ancient ones, in chalk lines

marked bold.

Above the man, a strange terrain of honey-combed

hollowed hills.

Where

the darkest creatures ply their trade in the cause of

human ills.

Do not

walk up onto the mount when the full moon is on the

rise, for the folk from

under come about, whom our forefathers did despise.

Calling on winds from the furrowed mount, opening the

doors to the other

side.

Long barrow graves, whose years we cannot count,

which the 'Long

Man' stands astride.

Not staves, but planes he stands

between;

the world that lies beyond.

Long Man of Wilmington!

Cast your ancient spell!

Long Man!

Strong Man!

Bar the doors to Hell!

A dark coven gathers upon the mount, to renew the

sacred bond.

The time is nigh to sacrifice, when the high priest

doth raise the wand.

Fire on the hill in the midst of night, does signal the

dark one’s delight.

Long Man of Wilmington!

Cast your ancient spell!

Long Man!

Strong Man!

Bar the doors to Hell!

Long Man of Wilmington!

Doth rise!