Author: Phoenix Echelon
Jack-of-the-
The night is coming,
The vale will be thin!
Don your mask,
And join right in!
Powerful and sacred,
This night will be!
And ghostly hauntings,
I'll set free!
So, bring a dish,
For your ancestors past –
Something they will enjoy!
For I know of none,
Who weary not,
Of nothing but ambrosia!
And don't forget the sacred lanterns,
To guide the spirits by!
Just carve my likeness,
Upon pumpkin or turnip –
For my image, your ancestors go by!
Trick and treat,
Around the fire!
Party hardy for,
My goodbye party!
I pass through the vale tonight!
But don't morn for me!
I'm too hard to kill –
I'll just be passing through!
So deck your halls,
With bowls of holly!
I'll be back in time for Yule!
I'll bring back the light,
So that all will see,
As I take back my crown,
And become your Oak King!
So mote it be!
By Phoenix Echelon
Return of the Oak King ©
The wheel has turned,
And Yule has come.
And reborn I am,
From Her belly's fire!
I bring forth form –
I bring forth light!
As when I did,
At my first life!
The faithful evergreens,
Of the dormant forests,
Forever unwavering,
That I will appear,
Have persevered!
The spruce are adorn,
With lights upon limbs,
From which ornaments hang –
Their crown, the Lady's star!
And to beseech my return,
The people have hang,
Upon their doors –
With adoration to the sun –
A wreath of evergreen;
The sacred wheel!
And upon their hearths,
They mount pine and oak logs,
With candles of red, white, and green!
Garlanded with holly,
Anointed with Wassail,
The Yule log they burn joyously!
The time must be right,
So, wait until dusk,
To cast the Yule log,
Into the fireplace.
Then I will have –
During the longest night –
The strength I will need,
To mount the battle!
So, burn it all night,
As the dark clashes with light,
So the Wheel may turn,
As I endure the fight!
And turn it will,
As I take back the crown,
From the Holly King's brow,
And rule for the first half,
The season round!
Return he must,
But until such time,
The skies I warm,
As the days I lengthen,
For the Oak King am I!
So mote it be!
By Phoenix Echelon