When the Dark comes rising, six shall turn it back; <br />Three from the circle, three from the track; <br />Wood, bronze, iron; water, fire, stone; <br />Five will return, and one go alone. <br /> <br />Iron for the birthday, bronze carried long; <br />Wood from the burning, stone out of song; <br />Fire in the candle-ring, water from the thaw; <br />Six Signs the circle, and the grail gone before. <br /> <br />Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold; <br />Played to wake the Sleepers, oldest of the old; <br />Power from the green witch, lost beneath the sea; <br />All shall find the light at last, silver on the tree. <br /> <br /> <br />Written by Susan Cooper writer of The Dark Is Rising Sequence <br />From Her book The Dark Is Rising.<br /><br />QalmeTari Misterres of Death Nat. Norville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-dark-comes-rising/
