Wind Walker

He follows the wind....
The Keepers by his side,
This Witch burns bright,
His faith he will not hide.

The Moon rules his world,
The Goddess true and wise,
Her truth and silver light,
You'll see reflected in his eyes.

There is no fear in his heart,
For Odin is his shield,
The magic of the Old Ones,
Are the weapons that he wields.

Each full moon the circle's cast,
His wand he raises high,
The Family needs he brings to Her,
Though no one heard them cry.

His energy builds, and spells he does,
And then he grounds the flow,
Giving Her his love and thanks,
Before She turns to go.

His eyes now seek the East,
He greets his father Sun,
Tired and yet,  head held high,
He joins with the One.

Until he finds the Summerland,
His path is clear in sight,
The Keepers watch his back,
The Goddess guards his night.

Who you ask and rightly so,
Could this Wiccan be?,
It is the Windtracker!,
Bright Blessings! Blessed Be!!