I've been watching "His Dark Materials" and listening to "The Dark is Rising", and this came to me. It may need more work. But is so easy to spot the Dark in fantasy, and wonder why anyone would support it. When it is rising al around us.
When the Dark comes rising it will not come
Riding on a black horse out of the blizzards of Fimbulwinter
Surrounded by swirling clouds of rooks cawing wildly
By ravens watching and feeding back to the Morrigan
By an authority ruling through hard men
Stealing souls of children by cutting machines
And casting out truth with cries of heresy
It will not be defeated by a very few children
Suddenly possessed of ancient powers.
When the Dark comes rising it will wear bright colours
And frills and petticoats, looking from dark lashes
And simpering sweetly, "Be kind, be kind,"
We are weak, and despised, treated badly, "Be kind,"
And it will seduce the children into rejecting truth
Into laying aside their powers of thought and sense
And giving up willingly their bodies to the knives
And it will persuade the adults to fear a word
A word without meaning, and see the truth as hate
It will not take one gifted child to light the dark
It will take all of us, all who see the light
And know the dark for what it is