Fire crowns the holly birth
thunder lingers long on the edges of the sky
where oak has fallen overnight
before her returning lightning
as the king has fallen
so may we all
so may the iron-lords speedily
may the water, sun, and earth arise
and may vain towers crumble
the holly king, the harvest king,
the new king to rule in the dawning age
where fools have soiled the hallowed lands
before her returning lightning
as the king has risen
so may we all
so may the tree-lords speedily
may the water, sun and wind arise
and may vain towers crumble.
-- 1987
Friday, February 29, 2008
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