As the cold winds blows from the northern sky
All of nature has seemed to die.
The Holly King has ruled for some long days
The gift of death all life must pay.
His time is short, his work is done
The time for battle has just begun.
His twin brother, they meet at last
For life has come to the world as in the past.
The Oak King is renew from his long rest
Has come to keep the promise of life from death
They draw their swords of challenge and answer
Their circle each other with movements of dancers
The brothers come together, steel bites steel.

A knee hits the ground, the battle is done.
The Oak King raises the Thyrsis with pride.
For it’s his time to rule at the goddess’s side
Until Brothers meet again on a warm summer night
The circle is ever more and that is right.

                                                          By: Lord Gwydion ’08