The Four Rulers of Earth / September / Isolate

The Four Rulers of Earth: Sarah Fromm

Our first queen is menacing, cold, 

Many a sorrow lies in folds of her robes, 

What are they? Well, there are many to hear, 

The chill, the dark, the fields gone bear. 

But fret not, for when flowers come again, 

Her sister rules, rising animals from dens, 

Her smile coloring both ground and sky, 

Making many a town’s music soar afly.

When her annual time is at its end, 

Her golden-haired sister rises from bed, 

With slight hands, she brings towns to rest, 

Opens doors, for those treating guests. 

The final queen brings the farmers’ due,

Fells leaves from trees, chills air anew,

She lengthens the night and strengthens the moon,  

Her blest are shielded from the queen ice-strewn.