Druids

Deep within the darkest night,
The Druids perform their ancient rite;
Deep within the darkest hour,
They reveal their secret power.

A king there lies beneath a grave,
Waiting long for this fateful day;
His soul, preserved with powers of light,
Will come again to Earth this night.

Upon the evening of Samhain,
The king will be a mortal again:
He promised to help in our hour of need,
And so his wise words we will heed . . .

All hail Arthur Rex.

October 1995