Back and forth; to and fro; left and right.

One side is dark, one side is light. 

Now we all see behind this false cloak.

The dual nodes of good and bad; 

Icy tales of what we never had;

Keep the people broke.

Grasping at straws;

Fighting invisible claws; 

Now is the time for those who are woke,

To rise to the challenge of holding hope. 

Hope is love without strings attached.

Hope is a signal that we are free at last. 

The Holly has reigned for far too long. 

Dominating hearts and minds with a false song. 

Just as winter gives way to spring.

Now is the time of the Oak King. 

- The Sage Fool

2020