This is the poem I mentioned last night under the eclipsed moon for anyone who was part of that conversation. It has more of a Norse flavour than a Druidic one I think. Seems like fire and water are the most likely candidates.
Fire And Ice by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Thanks again Hilde, and the shadow of the earth.
