The poem was inspired by Susan Cooper's Dark is Rising Sequence. The
concept of the Youngest of the Old is hers along with the Dark Lords.
Though symbolically they could represent other things. The idea for the
poem is mine though.
"Passing of the Seasons"
An Old One views the seasons
as they pass by each year.
Observing the many changes
sometimes wiping away the tears.
Battling the Dark itself,
seeing past the lies,
having faith in the Light
all encompassed in their eyes.
When the snow starts melting
and the spring droplets rain
the Light starts anew,
while the Dark brings on more pain.
Summer sun shines
basking all in its glow
evil revels in darkness
lurking in shadows down below.
The air turns brisk
and leaves begin to fall,
autumn's clouds cast shadows
and distantly you hear a call.
Winter's frigid chill
freezes you to the bone
a single snowflake drifts
representing a path they walk alone.
An Old One's bond
is with the Light
forever battling the darkness
eternally continuing the fight.
The Dark Lords ride
capes billowing behind
pondering ways to defeat the Old
their secrets hoping to find.
Yet the Old they persevere
hearing prophecies long told
after the joining of the signs
hope relying on the Youngest of the Old.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the poem. Please review!
"Passing of the Seasons"
An Old One views the seasons
as they pass by each year.
Observing the many changes
sometimes wiping away the tears.
Battling the Dark itself,
seeing past the lies,
having faith in the Light
all encompassed in their eyes.
When the snow starts melting
and the spring droplets rain
the Light starts anew,
while the Dark brings on more pain.
Summer sun shines
basking all in its glow
evil revels in darkness
lurking in shadows down below.
The air turns brisk
and leaves begin to fall,
autumn's clouds cast shadows
and distantly you hear a call.
Winter's frigid chill
freezes you to the bone
a single snowflake drifts
representing a path they walk alone.
An Old One's bond
is with the Light
forever battling the darkness
eternally continuing the fight.
The Dark Lords ride
capes billowing behind
pondering ways to defeat the Old
their secrets hoping to find.
Yet the Old they persevere
hearing prophecies long told
after the joining of the signs
hope relying on the Youngest of the Old.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the poem. Please review!
