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 gray




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 to rest we'll lay





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 gray