New Poem: A Call to Battle

[Talisman Journey]

Earth, Wind, Fire, Water,
They go from the father to the daughter.
The history of Wicca and tales of the truth,
Are Passed from the Elders to those who have youth.
With reverence, honor, love, and awe,
In hope that the young will answer the call.
The battle is coming and soon will be here, We must get them ready, the ones we hold dear.
The young who are strong, the weapons they'll wield,
The bold, stout, and brave will make the enemy yield.
To those who are Elders, the power is strong,
Through spells and invocations, the war won't last long.
The blood will be let and lives will be lost,
To protect the Lord and Lady who'll count the cost.
The dead will be honored, the living celebrated,
For evil will lose, the danger abated.
The balance will keep of dark against light,
For another millennium, until the next fight.
When again the Four Guardians will put out the call,
To arm for a battle where evil will fall.

Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water,
They'll go from the father to the daughter.
The tales from our battle and those from before,
Youth will fight with a vengence to even the score.
The songs will be sung and youths light will fly free,
The Lord and the Lady will guide them to see.
That the balance is kept between the dark and the light,
They'll know what to do, to do what is right.


Any comments or critisisim about this poem or about the poem "Come Live on My World" would be greatly appreciated. Thankyou.