A dark raven of the emerald isle,
with fiery eyes and wicked smile,
caused me to tarry for a while
and share her joy, fierce, free and wild.
Her hair of black, thick, long and free
captures and caresses me.
Her lips so red, her skin so white
promise of power, force and might.
Her merest touch in dark of night
forges connection, love and delight.
Unseen rivers running deep
surface now as lovers meet.
A shining passion has begun
and burning brightly like the sun
is tempered by a cold intent,
a common cause, time duly spent.
What was long sought has now been found,
flying high yet on the ground.
This dusky raven has enchanted me,
I'm held so tight, yet feel so free.