Your Crosses Do Not Scorch My Skin

In ancient day there’d been no cause -
Though all beliefs did have their flaws -
For persecution of those who kept
With Hera , Zeus; Osirus, and Seth.

But in fourth century Rome did fall,
With Christianity embraced by all.
Constantine had opporutunity,
With that religion came unity.

His empire then soon did spread,
And thus began the armies led
On crusades and holy wars.
Ancient ways were naught but lore.

Those new beliefs stand right today,
Brought on by strict Puritan way
Of burning witches at the stake
Or drowning pagans in the lake.

Like Count Vlad or lycan kind,
The wiccan kin are in a bind.
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live,
So says the phrase the bible gives.

We do not follow on Satan’s path.
Nor do we try to invoke the wrath
Of other beliefs - no angry mass
Of short men with gold and green hats.

We seem so scarce, uncommon and rare.
But in fact we’ve always been there.
The eclectic, the were, and otherkin,
The heathen, the shaman and therian.

We seek a refuge, we seek a truce.
But yet we turn to face the noose.
So instead we will seek to show
The truth behind the ‘truth’ you know.



Before the Order, before the Plague -
Before the bible was ever made,
Bards and vates and druids were plenty.
Ares and Balder and Lug were godly.

To will, to know, to dare, to keep. . .
Strength, and truth. . .generosity.
Virtues to follow and codes to drill.
To live and to love and not to kill.

To respect nature and not to gloat
So from the wiccan rede I quote:
“These eight words the rede fulfill
An ye harm none, do what ye will.”