Silver on a Tree

When the Dark comes rising, six shall turn it back; Three from the circle, three from the track; Wood, bronze, iron; water, fire, stone; Five will return, and one go alone. Iron for the birthday, bronze carried long; Wood from the burning, stone out of song; Fire in the candle-ring, water from the thaw; Six Signs the circle, and the grail gone before. Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold Played to wake the Sleepers, oldest of the old; Power from the greenwitch, lost beneath the sea; All shall find the light at last, silver on the tree. ************************************************************ And so the hope of all great stories, fiction and otherwise, is to instill a sense of great wonder, longing and hope that as we look forward to the Return of the King, we labour still in preparation and love.