She sways in the wind,
Her midnight hair flowing in the breeze.
She moves on the snow,
Her feet gliding as she goes.
She gazes through the dark,
Her eyes piercing the night with their glow.

Falter not my friend,
Her beauty, you cannot endure.
For if you fail to make you her own,
Your blood her red lip will have drawn.

Her eyes, the fire, to burn him to his bones
Her smile, the calm, before a storm that grows
Her skin, the silk,in a divine light it glows
Her touch, the magic, that enchants him whole.

For her he yearns, with despair his soul drowned,
But she's free, she frolics, she never can be owned.