The Spell

Do not wake, oh little ghost
There is work here still to do
High lights the moon
Hides its face from you
Do not wake, oh little ghost
The work is almost through
I’ll wield the river and the mistletoe
Into the crown for you
Come the early dawn
Come the early dawn
Hem of the crossroads be thine
Heart of the serpent be thine
Hand of the scarecrow clasp thine
Will-o-the-wisp be your eye
Voice of the hall be thine
Wings of ruby be thine
Beak of coral be thine
All things eaten be thine
All things forgotten be thine
Wake, oh wake little queen
I have the crown for you