Oh the joy In being who and what one truly is, Yet the pain and sorrow, loss and distrust that comes from those that confessed there friendship, only to rip it away when the true you comes out. How many days and nights must one continue to suffer thru this world of hypocrisy? How long does one have to suffer thru all the bull ****? Where are the true friendships and loves to be found? Why does one have to make themselves a slave to masters that require you to give up all joy and happiness in order for a chance, just a chance at contentment? Where is the priestess that sits at the foot of the alter in tears, giving offerings for her lovers safe return? Where is the warrior striding across fields of blood and sorrow to reach his home and lover?
Are they, Have they, been lost to antiquity? Do the exist today? Hidden within the shadow, within the glen, creeping out only to flee back into the dark lest those that walk the day realize who and what they are and condemn them to shame or even death all in the name of a religion that has killed more in it's name then Hitler. When will the old world and the old races be brought back from the shadow and prevail over the lies of the new?
Those of the Nitewatch, Those of the craft, Those called of the Warrior, Arise and prepare for battle, for the day comes when they and not we shall rule this world, and then all wrongs shall be made right.
Oh the joy in being who and what one truly is.