Night

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