I fell upon this poem recently, by Tom Hirons. I recommend that you visit his website to read the original.

The narrator is visited, late at night, by a mud-covered, half-divine figure who bursts into the house demanding food and attention. The “wild god” eats, drinks, laughs, and speaks in riddles. He tells stories that unsettle the host, stories about hunger, death, love, and the raw world outside the door. The narrator is both terrified and fascinated.

As dawn comes, the wild god leaves, and the speaker stands changed—shaken, more alive, painfully aware that the polite life he’s built is fragile and temporary. The encounter becomes a parable of hospitality to chaos: what it means to invite the untamed into the human home.