Lammas

On Lammas eve, the Goddess weeps for the loss of the God who is cut down with the corn, releasing his energy and power once more into the land;

I am the Lady of both light and dark:
My glory floods the land with colour
And my heart glows with love fulfilled.
I am both gatherer and sower:
My passing brings all things to fruition,
And seed pours forth at my caress.
My smile is gentle yet my hands are wet with tears:
My shadow flies before me like an owl,
Dark herald of the darker days to come.
Singing and weeping I walk towards the West.
I am the Lady of both light and dark,
And I call all men to meet their destiny.