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I proudly stand before you
with my head upto the skies
I stare at the world anew
I stare at my life, its not through
I am a proud Wiccan
I am a daughter of the moon
Blessed to explore this world
to change it at my will
though you do not accept me
For you think my magick is dark
you know I am capable of secret murder
you know I am superior to you
So tie my hands tightly
with rope, I dont care
Stand me up with my sisters
throw a rope around our necks
Read to us our convictions
curse us with your words of hate
scream and pound your fists in fury
Dare so we will burn in hell
Yes, I am terrified
we know it will hurt alot
when you whip us with lashes of fire
when you light our flesh a glow.
But I will stand Proud and tall
I will scream in pain and terror
I will show you what I am:
A wiccan
A goddess
A daughter
your breath
your sun and night
Watch your beloved burn before your eyes
Raise your voice in a happy celebration
The wicked witch is dead
HOORAY....
But a fool you are
that is for sure
for whatever is cast upon us,
is three times back to you...
 Stephy Dirty Lil Secret · Fri Oct 31, 2008 @ 05:43am · 0 Comments |
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A Pagans "Halloween" Poem
'Twas the evening of Samhain, and all through the place
Were pagans preparing the ritual space.
The candles were set in the corners with care,
In hopes that the Watchtowers soon would be there.
We all had our robes on (as is habitual)
And had just settled down and were starting our ritual
When out on the porch there arose such a chorus
That we went to the door, and waiting there for us
Were children in costumes of various kinds
With visions of chocolate bright in their minds.
In all of our workings, we'd almost forgot,
But we had purchased candy (we'd purchased a LOT),
And so, as they flocked from all over the street,
They all got some chocolate or something else sweet.
We didn't think twice of delaying our rite,
Kids just don't have this much fun every night.
For hours they came, with the time-honored schtick
Of giving a choice: a treat or a trick.
As is proper, the parents were there for the games,
Watching the children and calling their names.
"On Vader, On Leia, On Dexter and DeeDee,
On Xena, on Buffy, Casper and Tweety!
To the block of apartments on the neighboring road;
You'll get so much candy, you'll have to be TOWED!"
The volume of children eventually dropped,
And as it grew darker, it finally stopped.
But as we prepared to return to our rite,
One child more stepped out of the night.
She couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen.
Her hair was deep red, and her robe, forest green
With a simple gold cord tying off at the waist.
She'd a staff in her hand and a smile on her face.
No make-up, nor mask, or accompanying kitsch,
So we asked who she was; she replied "I'm a witch.
And no, I don't fly through the sky on my broom;
I only use that thing for cleaning my room.
My magical powers aren't really that neat,
But I won't threaten tricks; I'll just ask for a treat."
We found it refreshing, so we gave incense cones,
A candle, a crystal, a few other stones,
And the rest of the candy (which might fill a van).
She turned to her father (a man dressed as Pan)
And laughed, "Yes, I know, Dad, it's past time for bed,"
And started to leave, but she first turned and said
"I'm sorry for further delaying your rite.
Blessed Samhain to all, and a magical night."
Stephy Dirty Lil Secret · Fri Oct 31, 2008 @ 05:42am · 0 Comments |
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