Night - Tasseomancy

In the eve of my spring

I came upon a changeling

Who settled as a clear blue stream

Flowing like a fountain

And I knew of not detail

But its spell was unforseen

And my roots, they aren’t growing

And the water cool and clean

So I consume her late

And I knew at once the curse it would bring

Night, sweet lord, sweet Azriel

I cry and I wail

These swan songs to thee

So I wed myself an almsman

A bloodletter, I lay swollen

And on their deathbeds, cried anon

Witch, what have you done?

Once dangled, now gnarled

It all leads to suspicion

As I grow weak and wither

It is you, my old bride who stays young

Night, sweet lord, sweet Azriel

I cry and I wail these swan songs to thee

Night, sweet lord, sweet Azriel

I cry and I wail

These swan songs to thee

So my days

They pass with little change

No crones, old bars decay

Except the blindly and reap-song

And no night too soon the dawn