Pagan Poetry – Forging of a Warrior

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A thousand waves descended
And yet I did not drown
Don’t ask me to lie
Don’t ever expect me to lie down
Warriors are forged
And fire is my craft
Once you know the secret
You can never go back
Once they tried to bury me
But the earth knows my name
And I don’t fit in here
I will never be the same
I am the howling white wolf
My mother is The Crow
And if you get a glimpse
Then you will never know
Don’t expect me to giggle
And flirt and flick my hair
I’m of the old world magick
With primal in my stare
They drink and dance on corners
I dance with my blade
I know the brilliant darkness
The shadow and the shade.
I am the howling white wolf
My mother is The Crow
And if you ever get a glimpse
Then deep inside you know.
– Joey Morris
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