For once I did see this lady of the mist for she knows not were she belongs with her soul a drift she searches for a place to call home.
Her hair is that of embers in loves fire for this red of reds turns on your hearts desires .
As you look deep into her eyes of green you will feel your heart as upon eagles wings it shall take you higher an higher.
With Her soft pale skin she is truley a work of art within a mans desire.