Summer's End

In the morning mist by the waning moon

through the woods she set on foot

With a sacred blade cut the berries down

Dug up the dreaded mandrake root

Tread my path to summer's end

This bequest I leave you she says

You will see what could be evergreen

Turn to copper and fade to grey

By the standing stones

Atropine eyes smiled at me

Sitting in a sluggish vertigo

Sands of time form another dream

No love without sacrifice

No liege springs without decay

The final kiss is a wormy one

In soils cold caress to rest we'll lay