With eyes of glittering gold and green
It stalks the night in silence
Temptation felt by those whove seen
This creature of the night
With acquired taste for passions of lust
He will dance til his skin would bust
And skin as dark as trees of old
You will value him as gold
With sight of flickering faery light
He walks like those of only skin
And holds his own in a fight
He is myth with those of kin
Knocking horns with those alike
Clover grows between cloven hooves
The touch of those who need delight
The smoldering eyes of many loves















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