The forest sleeps this solstice night
The king grows old, the hour right
For all to heed his dormant might
The king shall fall and rise tonight

The king shall fall and shall be slain
The king shall fall, shall fall
The king shall fall then rise again
The king shall fall, shall fall

A hand to hold this hallowed night
To dance and sing the sacred rite
Skin leaf green and eyes alight 
The king shall fall and give us sight

The king shall fall and shall be slain
The king shall fall, shall fall
The king shall fall and rise again
The king shall fall, shall fall

The wheel of time turns day to night
Winter freeze to summer bright
Counting moments in mid flight
The king shall die then live tonight 

The king shall fall and shall be slain
The king shall fall, shall fall
The king shall fall to rise again
The king shall fall, shall fall

The king is born this ancient night
His blood runs deep and river right
Infusing life with love and light
The king shall fall and rise tonight 

[Anthony Bernstein is a fifty-nine year old writer of strange poems and tales. He’s also a musician, and began his writing journey as a lyricist for his bands decades ago. His words appear in several dozen publications, including PanGaia, Space and Time, and Rhysling Anthology. Bernstein is a native New Yorker who’s called Providence RI home since ’95. In NYC he spent many years providing readings and working the apothecary in one of its most iconic magick shops. Bernstein has dedicated his life to the pursuit of spiritual wisdom. ]