Lammas Night (Magic, Moondust, & Melancholy)

Song - Lammas Night (Mercedes Lackey, Leslie Fish, Heather Alexander)
Album - Magic, Moondust, & Melancholy
Year - 1989
Notes - Lammas Night is a mystery i refuse to tell the ending
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Lyrics

A waning moon conceals her face
Behind a scuttling wind torn cloud
She wraps herself in its embrace
As in a tattered cloak

The wind is wailing in the trees
The limbs are warped and bent and bared
I stand within my circle now
To deal with what I hold

A wonderer of wizard kind
I was until a month ago
The headman of this village came
And begged that I should stay

"For since our wizard died," he said
And why he died we do not know
We have no one to weave our spells
And keep the dark at bay

His house and books are yours my lady
If you choose but to remain
His offer was too tempting
To be lightly set aside

I'd wearied of my travel
Being plaything of the sun and rain
This was the chance I'd hoped for
And I said that I would bide

Perhaps if I had been a man
And not a maid perhaps if I
Had been less lonely less alone
Or less of magic folk

Whatever weakness was in me
Or for whatever reason why
Something slept within that house
That my own presence woke

A half seen shadow courted me
Stood close at hand or by my side
It left a lover's token
One fresh blossom on my plate

I woke to danger, knew the young
Magician still to earth was tied
And tied to me and I must act
Or I might share his fate

I found a spell for banishment
The page then turned and not by me
The next spell differed by one word
A few strokes of a pen

The first one I had seen before
The spell to set a spirit free
The second let the mage born dead
Take flesh and live again

Now both these spells were equal
In risk their to body and to soul
And both these spells demanded
They be cast on Lammas Night

And both these spells of spirit
And of caster took an equal toll
But nowhere is it written
That either the spell is of the light

Can it be wise to risk the anger
Of the Gods in such a task?
Yet who am I to judge of who
Should live and who should die

Does love or duty call to him
Is his kindness to me all a mask
And could I trust his answer
IF I dared to ask him why

So now I stand within the circles
I have drawn upon the floor
I have no further answer
If this spirit's friend or foe

No God's sign has been granted me
Though I have prayed for often
Nor can this moment answer if
I'll tell him come or go