Dark often, are the desires of men
And pave the way
For the Darkness of Our future.
With heavy hearts,
Do We watch the Sun set,
Red as blood,
over the horizon...

And the 'Shadows of the Great Fall'
Lay all around Us,
These misunderstandings so thick
That We may see, only as Oracles
These many paths to Our own demise.

Why not rise?
And in the heat of the Anger of Our hearts rebel!
And seek to Reincarnate the wealth of Our most Sacred Traditions,
These values of Truth, Honesty, Loyalty, and Love.

Arise men, Arise!

And seek cold comfort in the change of the waning Moon
To be Reborn, into the arms of Our precious Mother, once more.

                                      
                                                                       -Bridget Bystry