When light from the lost land shall return,Six Sleepers shall ride, six Signs shall burn,And where the midsummer tree grows tallBy Pendragon’s hand the Dark shall fall. The milgwm, the grey fox, leaped at a sheep’s throat just as Cafall, … Continue reading Werewolf 212: The Dark Is Rising — Day Four

By the pleasant lake the Sleepers lie,On Cadfan’s Way where the kestrels call;Though grim from The Grey King shadows fall,Yet singing the golden harp shall guideTo break their sleep and bid them ride. As the final battle between the Light … Continue reading Werewolf 212: The Dark Is Rising — Day Three

On the day of the dead, when the year too dies,Must the youngest open the oldest hillsThrough the door of the birds, where the breeze breaks.There fire shall fly from the raven boy,And the silver eyes that see the wind, … Continue reading Werewolf 212: The Dark Is Rising — Day Two

Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of goldPlayed 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. Day One begins … Continue reading Werewolf 212: The Dark Is Rising — Day One

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 … Continue reading Werewolf 212: The Dark Is Rising — Signups