Spawning the Tradition
Through trials and flames, I dreamed anew,
A path of wisdom, where light shines true.
Druwayu, a name of intent and care,
A legacy forged to rise, bold and rare.
With unwavering pride and voice released,
I proclaim a vision that cannot be ceased.
As Warlock, steadfast, my name endures,
The architect of Druwayu's sacred contours.
From tribulation’s fire, the Druish path soared,
Where harmony, wisdom, and light were stored.
Creator and guide, through shadows I tread,
Bearing this culture where courage is wed.
Let this truth resonate across the land,
By the One and Three, my legacy stands.
Drikeyu flows through paths we sow,
A timeless current where clarity will grow.
Come forth, seekers of balance and grace,
Warlocks and Witches, let kindness embrace.
Druans gather, where harmony reigns,
Together we nurture what unity sustains.
Virtue with cunning crafts a sturdy way,
For strategy defends where naivety may stray.
Morality and ethics, tools to refine,
In wisdom’s light, our purpose aligns.
A noble heritage, resilient we rise,
In shadows we act, where truth underlies.
The Drikeyu guides with a blade well-forged,
A dual-edged truth, by intent underscored.
This call resounds with purpose and might,
A beacon to all, in the depths of the night.
Trust not those who would lead you astray,
Guard against wolves who in sheep’s guise stay.
Yea, I carved a path, enduring with will,
Through trials endured and moments still.
I fought, I loved, in truth I found,
A life well-lived, where values abound.
Take this gift, a call to renew,
A culture evolving, both timeless and true.
Druwayu stands as a vision, a guide,
To unite, to strengthen, with wisdom as our tide.
By harmony's embrace, let clarity ignite,
Strength in the weak, and the strong’s new height.
Blazing swords of truth, and shadows concealed,
In Druish arts, our spirit is revealed.
The Warlock's Oath
I pledge, as Warlock, to stand as a shield,
To serve the Druans with wisdom revealed.
By cunning thought and virtues aligned,
I guard the path with both heart and mind.
Through shadowed trials and fires' glow,
I vow my strength wherever it must go.
To counsel, protect, and guide with care,
I dedicate my craft to the lives we share.
In unity and truth, I hold my place,
An anchor of hope, a steward of grace.
By the One and Three, my purpose is clear:
To serve the Druans, year after year.
With all my heart and all my might,
I do so freely say, All Hail the One and Three,
be they far or be they near.
The Witch's Oath
I pledge, as Witch, to nurture and weave,
The bonds of Druans who dare to believe.
Through wisdom’s light and harmony’s song,
I dedicate my path to the righting of wrongs.
With a steady hand and an open heart,
I vow to heal, to build, and impart.
Through shadows deep or skies so clear,
I serve the Druans, their purpose held dear.
As a guardian of peace and a keeper of flame,
I honor this calling; in service I remain.
By the One and Three, this pledge I make,
To strengthen our bonds for harmony’s sake.
By the One and Three, my soul takes flight,
To nurture the Druans, in boundless light.
With all my heart and all my might,
I do so freely say, All Hail the One and Three,
be they far or be they near.
The Druan's Oath
By the light that reveals and the shadow that guards,
I swear my devotion to the Druans' charge.
To stand as a steward, to serve and protect,
With wisdom and courage, I vow my respect.
To my fellow Druans, I offer my hand,
In unity's strength, together we stand.
Through trials faced or shadows cast,
I commit to this bond, steadfast and vast.
I will protect the weak, uplift the low,
And stand as a beacon where virtues grow.
By truth’s embrace and courage's flame,
I serve this path, untarnished by shame.
Let this oath resound in all I pursue,
To Druwayu's call, I remain ever true.
By harmony’s grace and wisdom’s decree,
I pledge my allegiance to the Druans and unto thee,
I do so freely say, All Hail the One and Three.
I offer these as examples of what you, once you fully understand Druwayu and its depths, can help contribute to, build upon, refine and even express in song or dance or whatever medium that is truly brought out from within yourself that you want to contribute. As for the reasons or necessities of such things, I provide a logical, humorous and absurd set of explanations.
Logical Explanation
The poem and oaths serve as essential tools for establishing a shared identity and purpose within the Druish community. They articulate core values—wisdom, unity, service, and vigilance—while inspiring dedication and resilience. Such declarations provide a cultural foundation that strengthens bonds among members, guiding their actions and ensuring continuity across generations. Simply put, they are the some of the extra "glue" that holds the philosophy and traditions of Druwayu together by giving members a simple means of reflection on the deeper concepts without being overwhelming and getting the basic points across. They can inspire more members to contribute their creative sensibilities.
Humorous Explanation
The poem and oaths are like the cosmic user manual for Druans, but way more poetic and less “did you turn it off and back on again.” Well, maybe calling such a user's manual is a bit much, though it makes for interesting art, so there is that. They’re also great for intimidating predators, whether literal or metaphorical. Imagine trying to prey on a group of people who just solemnly vowed to wield truth like a double-edged sword—bad news for sneaky wolves! Plus, let's be honest, dramatic recitations are always a good excuse for excellent capes and mood lighting.
Absurd Explanation
These declarations are absolutely essential because, without them, the Druans would have no idea how to summon ancient cosmic squirrels who guard the secret stash of universal acorns in a cosmic tree of ash...or was that cash? It's easy to get confused. Everyone knows that the sacred Druish chants, spoken with proper gravitas, keep the squirrels appeased and ensure they don't replace the sun with a disco ball and the moon with actual green cheese. We think, it's about keeping the cosmic order intact. We're not even sure they're really squirrels since some have reported them to periodically spit fire and blow smoke out their bum bums.