The Pagan's Creed

A slow sun rises, ghostly shadows fade, will the day praise us, or stap a dull blade? The clouds that pass by, their slow motion dance, they're pierced by sunbeams, like Quixotes lance. There is a battle, that we all must fight, like the light of day, and the dark of night. We search for a god, in a godless land, then look to heaven, for a helping hand. There will come a light, brighter than the sun, a light from the heart, of the chosen one. So live life with love, and with honor shine, then sit back and laugh, and drink summer wine!