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 green witch, lost beneath the sea;
All shall find the light at last, silver on the tree.
Written by Susan Cooper writer of The Dark Is Rising Sequence
From Her book The Dark Is Rising.
QalmeTari Misterres of Death Nat. Norville
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-dark-comes-rising/
