Lux E Tenebris - Widows Sons - High Desert MRA

08/08/2025

Listen to "Sun Never Sets" by Saint on

This song is from the soul and encompasses the energy of a Widows Son

07/10/2025

This is in memory of Bob WS Raby ...

Listen to Concrete Cowboy by Saint on

A tribute to the riders of the Widows Sons .

05/20/2025

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05/17/2025

Bulgaria 🇧🇬 International Widows Sons Gathering - Representing the USA

More countries and WS chapters represented in one place ever .

03/17/2024

02/16/2024

May the Great Architect of the Universe shine his light on those Brothers tonight ...

02/11/2024

Hey Everyone Happy SUNDAY all you blue lodgers , nobles , and brosons , May the Great Architect of the Universe shine his light on you all today !

WSFFWS !

01/26/2024

Hey Everyone got to thank "Wild Bill" for the work done ... they look great on the new bike .

12/23/2023

Hey Everyone Lux E Tenebris out doing our annual toy drive with the Barstow Police Department's "Cops&Kids" Program. It's absolutely positively to see these poverty-stricken kids get all excited for Christmas Day and get the gifts 🎁 they deserve ... WSFFWS!

12/14/2023

Hey Everyone ...

12/11/2023

Hey Everyone I wrote this for the Widows Sons ...

'Twas the night before Christmas and all over the world,
The Widows Sons are preparing gifts for little boys and girls.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In the hopes that Widows Sons soon would be there.
The Orphans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Motorcycles danced in their heads.

The Widows in thier kerchiefs, alone, but still loved
By thier broken columns, that always look from above.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
The sounds of tail pipes could make the glass shatter.

The rumble of engines, as they shook as they sat,
They popped and banged, bripped while they brawped.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave a luster of chrome mid-day to objects below.

When what on my block rode in mist as it cleared,
It was the Widows Sons spreading charity far and near.
Iron horses they road, gleaming with essence,
All square and level creating quite a presence.

With a heart like the lions, as they look to the east,
Spreading virtues of hope, faith, charity and peace.
On full dressers, on choppers on cruisers on baggers,
On low riders, café's, sporty's and draggers.

To the end of the street to driveway they rode,
Tight in formation and respects for thier code.
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet to an obstacle as they ride by.

Swiftly up to the door , the Widows Sons stood,
With a bag full of toys and other donated goods.
For the Widows and Orphans they've vowed to take care,
They are thier brothers keepers even if they're not there.

They wore cuts of leather custom fit to thier chests,
Adorning patces and charms and branded W S
Wearing rings of fraternity the strongest bonds bind,
For a brothers a brother to a brother you'll find.

A bundle of toys they had flung to thier backs,
Looking like a peddlers just op'ning thier packs.
Their eyes, how they twinkled, their dimples, how merry,
Thier cheeks were like roses, and noses like a cherrys.

They had tattoos and beards and long long hair,
They were righteous and noble beyond compare.
With the roar of a tailpipes bellowing from the street,
The smoke encircled the motorcycles like a wreath.

Some Widows Sons big and some Widows Sons small,
Some Widows Sons short and some Widows Sons tall.
Some Widows Sons here and some Widows Sons there,
It's known that a brother Widows Son is everywhere.

The Widows Sons righteous they serve and protect,
The Widows Sons provides aid and never forgets.
Assistance to Widows Orphans and Brothers,
A Widows Sons heart is bigger than others.

They spoke not a word but thier jobs did you see,
Filling stockings and putting gifts under the tree.
Decorations and tinsel and shinny red bows,
Wreaths and white candles and hung mistletoe.

They sprang to thier motorcycles and one gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
The Widows Sons exclaimed as they rode out of sight;

"Lux E Tenebris" which means from darkness to light.
And Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.