Flashing moon silver, midnight blue her eyes
The lids were subtle-colored butterflies.
Her hair swayed, a dark scythe swinging
Through the trees with the wind singing.

Felurian! O Lady Fair,

Blessed be your forest glade.
Your breath is light upon the air.
Your hair is shadow-dappled shade.
She danced in dancing shadows candle cast
She held my eyes, my face, my form, full fast.
Her smile a snare ten times as strong
As legendary faerie song.

O Lady Fair! Felurian,

Your kiss is honeysuckle sweet.
I pity any other man
Unknown to you and [bad word] 
Her eyes were of the bluest black
Like night sky with the clouds blown back
Her skills in love—
Her skills in love they do suffice
In close embrace men find her nice.

Felurian! O Mistress Bright,

Your touch more sought than silver
I br—
“what?”