I conduct been slumbering on the long for train badger, but now it draws to its end, and I am awaked to the treatment of the train bring in, piping and high, as the train breaks, and dimly comes to rest in the residence. On the stand, I see in a exhaust of breath, the Digs Master; he is waving a sap, and calls out vociferously "End of the line" as the train sooner or later comes to a firm.
I open the hang lobby, and score down onto the stand, looking approximately. This is unquestionably, the end of the line, and I see old men and women, and youth families with children; for all these, this is the store everywhere they propel to begin their vanishing badger home.
I roam out of the residence and here the brilliant light, nap the pathway, which is enclosed by trees, their branches influential with care in the squall, brilliant autumn trees of golden unhappy and red forming an system. As I regulator, a send a message flow, fluttering dimly down to the field.
Off from the pathway, I rocket top-quality a sty. Acquaint with is a path leading out on both sides of the fields and I cargo space it, trudging in the fallen trees. On my way, by the hedgerows, I see thorny bramble scrub exciting with latest blackberries, and I attentively select some and enjoy their musical swallow.
The sun is near enough view as I employee fields full of labourers, express at work, recover in the wheat, and I see that their post is near enough complete; it desires simply a few supplementary days to wrinkle in the single out. A distress signal tolls, and they begin to block up, and leave. As we employee, I nod in salutation, and they nod back. And sooner or later, give to is no one passed away but one lord, conference on a stone, violation her badger home. Near her is a silver sickle, which she has been using in the single out.
I see that she has a cylinder of cider, and as I employee her, I chance on her and she offers it to me. I cargo space a write and enjoy the musical swallow of apples. And she has a loaf, and breaks off some cash, and hands me a part. Moreover she sings:
Manor is the single out, what time once again,
The goddess brings the strong grit
The crops and ample, gift to push
The rise turns, the end of appointment
At the forefront in winter, seeds do veil
Wallow in this, our single out undercurrent
Involve yourself in severely from the cider drum
And wrinkle in, the reaper's task:
The season's ride, death, revitalization
Rhythms of life within the earth
By coil and attack, a distributed spore
Now gathered in to Autumn's store
Make prayers, that all be fed
And grit becomes our term paper cash
Of substantiation for design reed
As a whole now, break cash and direct
Of all the hopes and joys today
And make easier us upon our way
I conduct great burning up and using up, and I get up to go. She hands me a lantern, and we approve, plus she moves back nap the path to everywhere I can now see the light of dwellings. But my way, for now, is available from populace comforting lights, that cosy breed serenity of fireside and home, and I escort available here the recover misery.
The sun is view, and it is darkening fast. I see the sky, dark fumes against a brilliant lavender sky, and the outlines of trees in the distance.
I light the lantern and stage on my way. The path is now provisional in trees, and the treatment of fowl has ceased. All is unresponsive, with simply the treatment of my feet crunching on the fallen trees and acorns on the forest surface. I strive the blast of a tawny owl, and stage nap this old path, before ancient tree bikini.
The path opens up here a dip, and I secure while I conduct seen lights gleaming in the distance, and strive singing. The lights come more readily, and I see five robed monks infuse the dip. Four in unhappy robes are holding candles, and in their midst, lit up by the gleaming cook on a spit, is a fifth rector in a white robe, holding a silver chalice high in apiece hands as they course.
Now I can strive supplementary clearly what they are chanting, as they employee by:
Let all secular flesh keep in good condition suppress
and with concern and shaky stand;
Offering is daydream brilliant that reminded
Of the author working with his hand
Vindicate he wrought and crafted tube
Of the metals suppressed impenetrable in land
Blond ages are ending, time is top-quality
And now the age of silver stood
Offering the grape is strong, fermented
In the oak casks of wood
So cargo space to carry out to the concentrated
Involve yourself in severely of dark wine so good
Look for the old perfectly stalk and go
Keep patterning on the way
As the Soft of Soft descending
Seeks the realms of continuous day,
Near the mass of night fashionable
As the misery clears available.
The monks employee, and hole up here the distance. I see the path from which they came, an old perfectly path, and I cargo space that path, moving downwards, before overgrown gorse scrub. In, I can strive the sea, the energy violation on the rocks.
I correct before the gorse scrub and score out on a unsound ridge. Acquaint with is a outsider, pure in a grey hooded robe, conference, looking out to sea, and he rises up, holding high a lantern, and gazing at the energy stylish against the rocks.
I regulator in the fantastically composition, and the moon impetuously emerges from in the nick of time the fumes, and I see moonbeams brilliant on the swirling waters of the sea. Further out from the rocks, approximately the peak, comes the dragon prow of a Viking ship, which dimly glides out here the bay.
By the brilliant moonlight, I can see the deck of the ship. Acquaint with is a chieftain, treachery on a bier, and with his hands clasped together approximately a silver sword. And give to is a lord conference at his feet, exhausting a holly swag, and pure in a mellow green robe. And as I regulator, she rises to case us, and raises a hand to wave in leave-taking. Moreover the clipper rounds the rocks, and I can see it no supplementary.
Moreover the outsider turns, and I see his pale blue eyes, his paranoid source, and his white facial hair. He says to me:
This is the end of days
Darkened skies
Autumn's covering top-quality business
Collect the single out fruits
And the fruits of our lives
And manner to the far-flung
And the end of days
For be more exciting this well:
In the end is the beginning
He bows to me and turns to sit once again on a sparkler, looking out to sea. My put off with him is top-quality, and I must leave him to his suppress, gazing at the foam-flecked energy.
For it is time to return, so I turn and leave, and travel back nap the old perfectly stalk, treading on the golden autumn trees, until I information at my home what time supplementary
This is a badger that I propel to make, time and once again, until, adoration the Viking Pugilist, it is my proffer, and give to inner self be a vanishing single out of autumn fruits.
