The Black Sun's reign, a chilling blight,
Three days the sun stood still, a fearful sight.
Aligned with Cross, a southern, mystic gleam,
The sun, they say, was crucified, it would seem.
But Sol Invictus, hear the goddess' plea,
He rises now, for all the world to see.
The winter's grip begins to slowly cease,
And life reborn, brings joy and inner peace.
Happy Yule / Merry Xmas 🌞🌲