I am the Hooded man, Herne the Hunter, keeper of the forest
I am the red-breasted one who holds dominion over the green forest
I am of the common folk and the land, I dispense justice on the finery
I live by my rules and the fine greenery of Nature
I am protector of the small and beautiful creatures, the innocent are my own
I defend the weak and poor, and punish the corrupt and deceitful. I am a trickster, Puck of the wood, I will lead you astray, can you stay on course?
I am surrounded by merry men, legendary heroes all.
I am consort to May and Deer Queen
It is I who honours and is devoted to Dame Fortune
It is I who punishes those full of hubris
It is I who slay the Holly King in furs and skins and returns the earth to its vibrant green beauty
I am the Oak King companion of Wren and sacred willow wood
I am the betrayed one, through my blood the land is renewed
I left a life of finery to follow an outlaw into the wood.
I am mammoth in size yet I am called little
I am kind and gentle yet my staff is lethal in battle
I am stern and serious yet I am one of the Merry Men
I am the right-hand man of the Hood, my name is Little John.
We met while hiding from the Sheriff, we are fast friends, I walk with a limp
I call Sherwood home, I am a kind Soul, I am Much.
I am good with a dagger, good-natured, hot tempered
I came to Sherwood after the Sheriff’s cutthroats killed my Dear Meg
I took revenge, now I am a vigilante
I will kill all who are capable of savagery against the downtrodden
I am called Scarlett for the blood I am willing to spill.
At first I was a captive but the more I preached to the Merry Men the more I became one of them
I am very fond of good food and drink, but giving to the poor is my goal
I am Tuck of the wood.
I, like my namesake, am both Goddess pure and of the world and wood
I am Maid Marion, bringer of luck and fortune but what I give I can easily take away
I am a lady of justice and fate, I am the ever revolving wheel of fate
I am a Priestess, I’m good with a blade, I am your match in all ways
On Beltane night come to the forest and lie with me in Robin’s bower
And consummate a Sherwood marriage
Come let us handfast and have a merrybegot under Friar Tuck’s watchful eye
Come Maiden Marion, let us celebrate eternal May within the wood.
I am time without time, place without place, I am the mythical wood of Sherwood
Within my branches time stands still, I am every wood