Pagan Pride
In darkness u paint us, but we will not hide.
We're the lite of the country in which u abide,
we're fearless and strong, the protectors of lifes
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 u remembered that we were here frist.
We healed ur sick, yet suffered ur 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 children, and mighty fine fellows.

We're Her hidden children, the angels of lite,
our task is to teach and to helpset things rite.
We conjure and cast, and whisper and pray
so u can enjoy ur freedom each day.

We're long been ur army, protecting ur back
when u r in trouble, in secret we act.
The Mother is watching-She hasn't missed much.
She's gathered Her magick and given the touch
to Witches and Pagans and Druids and such!

The times r 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.


--Solitary Witch by Silver RavenWolf