Big Damn Heroes – Ain’t They Just

(Alternate Title: The Snow Job. Alternate Alternate Title: Snow Stories)

A poem by Laughing Shadow, recalling the tale of how, just after Dreaming Bear’s Neophyte ritual had concluded, Serenity banded together and mounted a rescue of Stormcrow (read: me) and the car he (read: I) got stuck in hundreds of yards of unplowed snow and ice a foot and a half deep. The (read: my) folly was epic, as was the ultimately successful effort pushing the car, with the help of strong backs, snow shovels, and a liberal helping of kitty litter. This will be something that we shall all look back and laugh at, and I must therefor immortalize it here. TL;DR: I’m an idiot.

A Dreamer had just risen
To a higher step along her path
The candle flames did glisten
She’d had her sacred bath

When the call came out for aid
The Priest was in a plight
So from the house we all forayed
Into the dark and bitter night

There were five of us who stood
Stood and bent backs to the task
There, by the graves and in the wood
We did all that we could ask

Though she more than once had fallen
In what seemed a white and frozen sea
She was steadfast and heard the calling
Our own stalwart Arianthe

Fox was there with a good will
With sure hand and ready laugh
Of him we can never say ill
Our woes might be blown aside like chaff

Though his back was not the strongest
Sure and swiftly did he go
Through his reach was not the longest
Still, we had our Laughing Shadow

The frozen snow was on the land
When the crescent moon was shining
To us our Barley lent a hand
And we later drank her beer at dining

His motives then were on the mark
Though his plans a bit miscast
But in the cold and in the dark
Stormcrow was with us to the last

Serenity than some has fewer
To the goal we’re there or bust
No one you’ll find, whose hearts are truer


Stormcrow is a First Degree Initiate of Serenity Coven. He has been involved in Blue Star Traditional Wicca for about 14 years, and has served on Active Duty in the U.S. Coast Guard since the year 2000. He is seeking qualification as a military lay-leader to provide service and outreach to other military Pagans. Passionate about sharing our Tradition's history and the lore of the Gods, he is a Bard and Storyteller. Cosmos and Chaos, Hodge and Podge, Traditionalist and Innovator, Orthodox and Heterodox, Apple and Pentagon. A smorgasbord of contradictions and paradoxes, all wrapped up and tied with a moustache.