If we must die--let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die--oh, let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not b... Read more of If We Must Die at Martin Luther King.ca
On wings of thunder, honor bound,
Search me out, I drum the sound.
Twist and turn in the night,
Dragon come, my guiding light.
Protector, guardian, friend not foe,
Come to me, see my sigil glow.
Strong and true, this friendship charm,
I beacon thee, protect me from harm.
Around and about my magick swirls,
Come to me, your wings unfurled.
Welcome o guardian of (person's name).