Pagan Pride Poem In darkness you paint us, but we will not hide, we're the light of the country in which you abide, we're fearless and strong, the protectors of life, hidden in shadows, we conquer all strife we come from the old ones, our lineage secure we rise from the ashes, we always endure. It's time you remembered that we were here first we healed your sick, yet suffered your worst from time immemorial we've woven our lore cunning folk healers, benandanti- there's more we're black, and we're white, we're brown and we're yellow we're women and children, and mighty fine fellows. We're her hidden children, the angels of litght, our task is to learn and to help put things right. We conjure and cast, and whisper and pray so you can enjoy your freedom each day we've long been your army, protecting your back when you are in trouble, in secret we act the mother is watching- she hasn't missed much she's gathered her magick and given the touch to witches and Pagans, and druids and such. The times are a'changing and one thing is clear the lord and the lady have now reappeared 2 pillars, 3 points, 4 quarters extend 5 is the number of magickal blend by moon and by sun, by earth and by stars realize this day that the power is ours