In the deep dark dead of the  night
Long before dawns spreading light
When everything appears black or white
Enfolded in gentler greys
A lady step into my forest
Quite naked
To bathe in the light of the stars
To me this has never seemed strange.
She’s my beautiful fairy wife. Her wings are gently throbbing.
And I always watch
Though she says I must not
She could damn my eyes but I know she won’t

By muscle bone, and seed-sack

And the lancing glance of my eyes

I will bring her to my bed

I am the king of the wood and will do as I must.

I am bound by lust

And night is the time for love and passion.

There is always time for love