• Joey Morris

Pagan Poetry – Forging of a Warrior


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A thousand waves descended And yet I did not drown Don’t ask me to lie Don’t ever expect me to lie down Warriors are forged And fire is my craft Once you know the secret You can never go back Once they tried to bury me But the earth knows my name And I don’t fit in here I will never be the same I am the howling white wolf My mother is The Crow And if you get a glimpse Then you will never know Don’t expect me to giggle And flirt and flick my hair I’m of the old world magick With primal in my stare They drink and dance on corners I dance with my blade I know the brilliant darkness The shadow and the shade. I am the howling white wolf My mother is The Crow And if you ever get a glimpse Then deep inside you know.

– Joey Morris All my own work and design all rights reserved

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