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!
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