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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