The echos from my past lives scream,

We are here still please help us,

I get bashed and hated for being what I am,

For no one seems to understand,

The moon and the earth I love so much,

So does death and the goddesses that live within,

Pray I might in the night to my goddess,

Yet during the day I am casted astray,

Have you not seen her,

The moon she is bright,

Have you not tasted the nature,

In which your food comes,

Cernunnos god of the hunt,

You feed from the meat he helps you gain,

Morrigana the queen kisses my cheek,

As I try to behave in the day,

Yet the people all think I am bad,

But its only because to them I have strayed,

I have not so much have, 

I am glad to be me,

A pagan,

A witch if you think,

And a dark mistress in the brink,

of my own compassion...to my gods and goddesses each day..