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