Just Because of WiccaBecause of what we are, we may never fit in.Just Because of Wicca5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Because of what we believe in, we may never be accepted by others.
Because of the symbol recognizing our faith, people say we worship a Devil.
Because of the name of the followers, we are catagorized as evil.
Does this make it right?
Just because we seem different, does that give you the right to shun us from the world?
Does it give you the right to keep us secluded?
For past hundreds of years, we have been burned at the stake or drowned in a lake.
We are the people of discovered inner power.
We are people of Earth, of Air, of Water, Fire, and Spirit.
We worship the Lord, and the Lady.
We give thanks to the animals slaughtered for our food.
We are the proudest Wiccan people, the proudest Witches of time.
And we have no shame in who we are.
NewAge WiccaMy pentagram is not evil.NewAge Wicca7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My ways are not a sin.
My god is not Satan,
And murder is not my thing.
I follow the old ways,
Because now I wont die.
I follow many Gods and Goddess alike,
And unlike in the past,
Your murders are not considered right.
No more can you burn us,
No more can you drown us,
No more can you murder us,
Now we will stand and fight.
The Legend of Zelda:Ocarina of Time: ProlougeThe Legend of Zelda:Ocarina of Time: Prolouge3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In the vast deep forest of Hyrule
Long have I served as the guardian spirit
I am known as the Deku Tree.
The Children of the Forest, The Kokiri, live here with me. Each Kokiri has his or her own guardian fairy.
However there is one boy who does not have a fairy
The house was dark and quiet. The only thing you could hear was the small cries of a poor boy, lying in bed, bundled up in his thin blankets, and drenched in sweat. He turned onto his side mumbling in his sleep, begging that his awful nightmares would just go away
There was lighting flashing so brightly, the boy blinked and covered his eyes. Rain was falling so hard that it caused the boy's cheeks to burn. There were Torches lit with fire that was slowly dying because of the rain, next to a drawbridge slowly creaking open.
The sound of hooves clanking against the wooden bridge, and out galloped the horse. A white, beautiful horse running for dear life as the woman rider urged it on desperat