His verdant robes now fading fast, the reign of the Oak King is coming to its natural end, whilst the Holly King waits impatiently in the wings of winter to take the throne. They say that both are locked in an endless battle, but I don't see that, I believe each knows his time and each yields willingly to the other when their time comes, just as it should be. Balance. Soon the Holly King will sit upon natures throne, his reign the cold and tempestuous months, whilst the Oak King sleeps ready to return renewed come the warmth of spring.
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