Humanity

To celebrate this spirit,
that was born in hope and sorrow,
and carried through
the timeless winds,
to the making of horrors and dreams.


Here we all are gathered;
noble, vile or wicked,
round the altars
with our sacrifice,
before the shrine 
raised for ourselves.


We prostrate to the gods,
who are our greed and our self love,
yet it is from this love that 
all the fruits of piety blossom.


The weak and the strong,
the brave and the broken,
all one under one banner
in the name of all Men.