Yule: Rebirth

The old king died,
frail and withered,
on his dusty arcane throne.

The new King lives,
virile and youthful,
in his golden crib he cries.

The old king is,
the new king the,
cycle continues.

Death and rebirth,
death and rebirth,
throughout the countless ages.

Hail to the Eternal King,
ever young,
ever ancient,
renewed in spirit,
renewed in faith.

Tonight we celebrate the,
ancient ways,
under the eternal sky.

Tonight we bathe in water,
purifying ourselves,
for the year to come.

Tonight we dance by fire,
rebirthing ourselves,
for the breadth to be.

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