What fey and eldritch powers she commands,
The Raven Queen's fury personified;
While sylvan creatures flock where'er she stands,
What men have dared insult her have all cried:
They're flayed alive-- such fools she won't abide.
In truth, her charms are quite unparalleled.
If any doubt her beauty, they have lied.
By her voice, all bestial discord is quelled.
Beneath her grace and magic, men are spelled
And lured into her faerie otherworld
A realm where fools and kings alike are felled
By skin pale, eyes deep, rose lips; hair dark, curled.
O goddess, fair, of passion and woodlands,
Embrace this eager fool with tender hands.