War Chant
This is a page from the third version of Technopagan Yearnings. There are some formatting differences. Originally published at www.neowayland.com/C550866538/E20061228151915
My answer to certain Christian fundys who just happen to be blood relations. Things have gotten better since then. We even talk most of the time.
Okay, I hit deadline again and couldn't think of a topic. So here is an older one. I actually started writing this one back in the 1990s when I was having some serious issues "defending" my Paganism from some of my relatives. There were some life issues too, but I am not going into that here.
Your faith was given
Mine was won
Your faith is a shield
Borne by Another
Warding you from the World.
My faith is a SPEAR
Forged in the heart's agony
Tempered in the soul's abyss
Borne by me into the World
Naked with my SPEAR
I face my foe
Laughing
Chanting
Dancing
No fortress
No armor
Just me and the magick
Of Blade and Shaft
My SPEAR burns and tears
Yet it only reflects
Flame and Wind at my core
Drawn from Earth and Water
Bound in Spirit
"Save and protect us!" you cry
"May I strike true!" says me
Know the secret
Attacking, I am attacked
Wounding, I am wounded
Sacrificing, I am sacrificed
First and Final Reflection
My choice
My passion
My price
Blood and bone
My SPEAR
— NeoWayland, copyright © 2003, All Rights Reserved
I've mellowed some since then. And I am not quite as paranoid. Most of the time.
Posted: Thu - December 28, 2006 at 03:19 PM
