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 soil’s cold caress to rest we’ll lay