75 lines
3.6 KiB
Plaintext
75 lines
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Lordsong/ladysong
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(c)1987, Shadow
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and the Rocky Mountain Pagan Journal
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FOR HE WILL CALL THE LEAVES IN THE FALL
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I rear my shaggy head, sleepy from my long rest
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TO FLY THEIR COLORS BRIGHTLY
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to a challenge of spiced air and rattling breath
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WHEN HEAT IS LOST HE PAINTS WITH FROST
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Clean cold gives me life and I rise and cry out with joy
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HIS SILVER TOUCHES LIGHTLY
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As his gaze caresses me
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HE GREETS THE DAY IN THE DANCE OF THE MAY
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Desire stirs in me and I pull my limbs free of sleep and dance behind him
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WITH RIBBONS ROUND ABOUT HIM
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I will color him with the rainbow and sprinkle stars before his feet
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WE EAT THE CORN AND DRINK FROM HIS HORN
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I will brew sweet mead to pour before him
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WE WOULD NOT BE WITHOUT HIM
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and my love will be the libation.
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OH SHE WILL BRING THE BUDS IN THE SPRING
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I am called from deepest tide to highest hill
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AND LAUGH AMONG THE FLOWERS
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I fly on whisper's wing, careering to the sound of laughter.
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IN SUMMER'S HEAT HER KISSES ARE SWEET
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I will touch the sun and bring her its gold
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SHE SINGS IN LEAFY BOWERS
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To weave amongst the silver notes of the song
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SHE CUTS THE CANE AND GATHERS THE GRAIN
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i am hers for the reaping, spilling my blood to give her life
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WHEN FRUITS OF FALL SURROUND HER
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Becoming flesh with her flesh, body and body together
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HER BONES GROW OLD AND WINTERY COLD
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When she draws into herself to prepare for the turning of the wheel
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SHE WRAPS HER CLOAK AROUND HER
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I will be there
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__ Shadow
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* Thanks to Gwydion Pendderwen and Artemisia
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