War and Love in the Oak

The powder legions of  white and brown are growing. The peacekeepers of the crystal have been found. These warriors teach themselves and learn from each other how to love and what to fight. The Magi are swelling in rank. The druids are leaving from their seclusion to share their knowledge of the Oak. The tribes are uniting. The Fae have returned! This means only one thing war is soon to come. Brothers and sisters behind the wall, true priests, and ordinary humans. Do not fear us, as you have fought for us for so long in the battles for economy and the subject of power. We shall fight for you with love in our hearts and spring in our step against the evil that can not possibly be imagined.

In most horrible day and darkest night
war marches on tireless and hungry.
Brave soldiers with sword or gun still find fright
in thick jungle or bloody shore they fight.

Gore, trust, pain, pleasure and the boom, boom, boom
countless blue souls and have been ripped from body.
Magi and druid must lead soul and flesh
as the Fae dodge and weave to seek their goals.

This war, this game, this fight for our first Oak.
Fearless warriors and Flint and Fire,
we shall tame this beast to protect the Oak.
With the powder legions that will not tire.

The techno druids bleed with the first Oak.
But our blood will feed the legions to come.

A techno druid is a person who re-builds his or her spirituality from science. We are seekers of knowledge but not from the common perception of reality. We often work with sorcerers to get back in the flow with their branches of common reality. We also listen to the whispers of the Oak. Entertain with me this idea: Life is an oak tree, and the realities that it grows are the leaves. We can pick a leaf or many leaves off a branch and say this is our reality, but that is only one leaf from one branch. Techno druids listen to the Oak, and flow in it to the leaves in which we are sought after most. We are few, and many of the leaves have dropped even whole branches have been obliterated from within; winter is coming.

Timothy Campbell Jennex impossible no! You are Possible! Anything is possible!

Oh Fantastic Fae I have loved you now,
as I have loved you in all our branches.
How your smile always changes in leaves.
Sill your changing stare always is the same.

Fae and Druid bound by our giving Oak.
We are always together in the Oak.
Yet we move from leaf to leaf helping growth.
Fae I miss your light now you are so far.

As the Fae oak dances from leaf to leaf.
The Druid flows through its sturdy branches
Chances are that we will meet again Fae,
but only the old wise Oak truly knows.

Fantastic Fae love pure, noble, and gay.
Your dove your Spectacular Druid heals.