In the forest of midnight the Summer Bride stands
weaving the story of life with her hands
do you trust the telling for the tales are all true?
If you drink from her wine, it's a strong heady brew
and the smoke from the fire creeps like a vine
to wrap you in shadows and trap you in time

Keeper, keeper of the darkness
with your tinderbox beneath the moon
beware the trickster in the flame
she'll make your shadows dance and swoon
she'll paint you pictures in the gleaming
and show you visions in the light
it's up to you to catch the meaning
keeper, keeper of the night

And the northern wind whispers her name
she's as ancient as from the oaks where she came
she's bound to the Earth like a tall standing stone
she's making the craft singing over the bones
and in the deepening sky sister moon rises higher
as she gathers her power to carry the fire

In the forest of midnight an eclipse of the sun
and the pulse of the trees says the dance has begun
a crimson light and your memory fades
a flight in the night and the visions are made
and the smoke from the fire creeps like a vine
to wrap you shadows and trap you in time

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