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Britons, Kin of Mine

Britons, kin of mine,
from the time of old
we share a line,
linage that sallied forth,
south to a land
once known as Britonia;
where my heritage,
traced, begins.

A proud celtic line
wild and free from
the beginning of time,
Britons!, you
are kin of mine.

The great empires
of the age
felt the threat
of our pagan ways,
but what they
could never stamp out
was the pagan spirit
that has outlived them,
within the devote.

The age heralds the new day
yet to the old Gods
many still pray,
and when the end
of the world has its sway,
the blue woad
will mark their skin.

What was once considered
a barbaric pagan, sin,
I am proud to claim
my celtic blood
it runs deep in me,
my children
and their sons.

Gypsy red  

Written by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
Published | Edited 2nd Oct 2012
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