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Cycle of the God

 

Born as the Sun Child I rise glorious;
Darkness withdraws.
I walk the wild paths Lord of my domain,
Wearing my horns like a crown.
Giver of life, I ooze fertility,
And donning foliate garb, I court my Lady:
Green Man, guardian and lover.
We hold court over the summer months,
It cannot last.
Oak falls to Holly as the Sun reaches zenith,
Darkness stirs once more.
As the corn grows my strength wanes;
I face my duty.
By my Lady's hand my blood is spilled,
I am one with the Earth.
Renewed by my sacrifice the harvest grows,
Poppies mark my passing.
I journey now to the land below,
My winter court.
I am sage and wise man, lord of  life and death,
Trickster and Sacred Fool.
My Lady carries the seed of my rebirth;
I await her coming.
As I rest her belly swells, she will join me soon,
After the last harvest.
Reunited we wait out the dark months;
The year full circle.
At last Holly falls and Oak reigns again:
As the Sun I am reborn.

© Kev the Cosmic Fool 2004

 

 

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