Warrior's Call

I call the survivors, the undead, the resilient souls

I call the patient, the asses, the sticks in the mud

I call the wild, the feral, those connected with the soul of the universe

I call the mountains, the valleys, and caves All mother Earth has to offer

I call the rivers, the rain, the clouds, gifts of father sky

I call the winds, the hurricanes, the heat, the tides given to us by the balance of the stars

I call these to me because they are in me

I will do them proud