On the day of the dead, when the year too dies, <br />Must the youngest open the oldest hills <br />Through the door of the birds, where the breeze breaks. <br />There fire shall fly from the raven boy, <br />And the silver eyes that see the wind, <br />And the Light shall have the harp of gold. <br /> <br />By the pleasant lake the Sleepers lie, <br />On Cadfan's Way where the kestrels call; <br />Though grim from the Grey King shadows fall, <br />Yet singing the golden harp shall guide <br />To break their sleep and bid them ride. <br /> <br />When light from the lost land shall return, <br />Six Sleepers shall ride, six Signs shall burn, <br />And where the midsummer tree grows tall <br />By Pendragon's sword the Dark shall fall. <br /> <br /> <br />Written by Susan Cooper writer of The Dark Is Rising Sequence<br /><br />QalmeTari Misterres of Death Nat. Norville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-day-of-the-dead/
