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