The Oak King
Do not
fear the dying of the light, for soon the woods will once more echo with
delight.
Beneath
the autumn’s leaves and winter’s snow, the first, faint glimmerings of spring
begin to glow.
Those
who live between the worlds can now be felt, as magic flows and swirls.
The distant
sun will creep a little closer every day, and soon the winters chill will seem
so very far away.
Your kingdom
sleeps, but soon the forests and the fields will waken to your touch.
The tiny
tendrils soon will stretch and wriggle, seeking out the warm spring light
The
woodlands will resound to all the faery music that you love so much.
Then for
a little while, the world will once again forget the long cold winter’s night.
Weep not;
noble lord for soon your restless exile will be done.
The Holly
King grows grey and feeble on his barren throne.
You will
dance and sing once more beneath the rising springtime’s sun.
And we
will light the fires to call you home when winters reign is done.
Patrick W Kavanagh 10/12/2015
Art by Bill Oliver
boysoblue.com
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