Pagan Pride

In darkness you paint us, but we will not hide. We're the light of the country in wich you abide, we're the fearless and strong, the protectors of life hidden in shadows,we conquer all strife.

We come from the Old Ones, our lineage secure. We rise from the ashes, we always endure. It's time you remembered we were here first. We healed your sick , yet suffered your worst.

From time immemorial we've woven our lore cunning folk, healers, benandanti- there's more. We're black and we,re white, we,re brown and we,re yellow. We,re women and childen, and mighty fine fellows.

We,re Her hidden childeren, the angels of light, our task is to teach and to help set things right. We conjure and cast, and whisper and pray so you can enjoy your freedom each day.

We've long been your army, protecting your back when you are in trouble, in secret we act. The Mother is watching- she hasn't missed much. She's gatherd Her magick and given the touch to Witches and pagans and Druids and such!

 The times are a' changing and one thing is clear the Lord and the Lady have now reappeared. Two pillars, three points, four quarters extend five is the number of magickal blend. By moon and by sun, by earth and by stars realize this day that the power is ours!

Pagan pride- Live it, breathe it, be it.

From Silver Ravenwolf's  solitary witch page  558