SUMMONING 

NIGHTSHADE FORESTS 
  


Mirkwood 
  
How deep you long for death 
now as your kingdom fades away 
and the darkened thorns of sunlight 
tremble through these frozen lands 
of doom … 

Now as we are waiting in motherlike darkness 
we reopen our history, that once belonged to them … 
oh, have you seen the end of the bard 
never forgotten, the land of sleep, 

the time before the birth of the worlds … 
The echoes of his harp, 
have poisoned the air 
the horizons of the earth 
have drowned … 
(REPEAT) 

I have heard you were strangers in a false land, 
where visions turn to faith. 

No longer I am now … 

---repeat verses: 2; 1 ; 2 (2 first lignes repeat) 
No longer I am now … 
---repeat verses: 3; 4 
  
  
Kortirion among the Trees 
  
For passing where the days, my friend 
and doomed the nights, {repeat} 
when flitting ghostmoths danced 
round tapers in the moveless air. 
And doomed already were, 
the radiant dawns,   {repeat} 
the odour and the noise of meads 
and all about is night. 

One moment now may give us more 
than fifty years of reason, 
our minds shall drink of every pore 
the spirit of the season 

[1] ( To her fair works did nature link 
the human souls that through me ran 
and much it grieved my heart to think 
what I can make of man. 

You look around on Middle-Earth 
as if she for no purpose bore you, 
as if you were her first-born birth, 
and none had lived before you.) 

I sit upon this old grey stone, and dream my time away. {repeat} 

---repeat 1 st verse – 
---REPEAT [1] 
  
  
Flesh and Blood 
  
There was dancing and was ringing 
There were shadow-people singing 
Ancient songs of olden gods 

Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate, 
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still 
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still 
Thy towers silent in the mist await 
Their crumbling end, while through the elms 
The Gliding Water leaves these inland realms, 
And slips between long meadows to the Sea 

There was dancing and was ringing 
There were shadow-people singing 
Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate, 
Thy robe is grey 
Thy robe is grey 

Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle, 
Where linger yet the Lonely Companies; 
Kortirion, I will meet the winter here 
.../repeat/... 

Thy towers silent in the mist await 
Their crumbling end, while through the elms 
The Gliding water leaves these inland realms, 
And slips between long meadows to the Sea 

There was dancing and was ringing 
There were shadow-people singing 
Ancient songs of olden gods 
Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate, 
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still 

 Kortirion, I will meet the winter here, 
and conquer you … 
  
  
Habbanan beneath the Stars 

In Habbanan beneath the skies 
Where all roads end however long 
There is a sound of faint echoes 
And distant echoes of a song, 
For there men gather into rings 
Round their red fires while one voice sings - 
And all about is night 
(And all about is night). 

Not night as ours, unhappy folk, 
Where nigh the Earth in hazy bars, 
A mist about the springing of the stars, 
There trails a thin and wandering smoke 
Obscuring with its veil half-seen 
The great abysmal still Serene. 

A globe of dark glass faceted with light 
Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight; 
Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain 
That watches for the moon that long has lain 
And caught the meteors’ fiery rain - 
Such there is night. 

---repeat 2nd verse--- 

…and caught the meteors’ fiery rain 
If I am dead and gone, would you remain …. 
.../"remain" repeated x times/...