Magical Diary

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Descend Summer King, Lord of Day
Midsummer is past
And the veil beckons.
Ascend Winter King, Lord of Night
Midwinter draws nigh
Take up thy spear.

Kindle a flame
on this longest night
not to hold back
the dark and the cold
but to rejoice
in the rebirth
of the infant sun.
Today the King is born, again.
Long live the King.
Sol Invictus