The Great Accord
Fae touched fools, none too cruel
Smith this binding rule
Twilight thy sky with pain’s demise
Pipers guide in twining lieu
First is the Ward of Spring
Who’s bluster’s bring golden rings
culled from blooms and changing tides.
We don’t mean, these months of spring
to do other than excite
After month of May, hail Summer’s stay
Souls betwixt with sun glide and fly
Here growth guides and cannot lie
Their dance dashes the dismay
Seeking comes the fog of Fall
Who's creeping call, touches all
It harkens heart and kindles hearth within.
Without stall, nigh trees are tall
at peace with shade and sin
Winters grip, blankets with an icy crypt
Hope is low, the world found bare
Misfortune builds a foundling care
Mourning fills our secret kept