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 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 life springs without decay The final kiss is a wormy one In soils cold caress to rest we'll lay.