Out there along the riverbank, before the snow came, I was enchanted once again.
The slightest of movement in the birch wood. Some arousal and she was awakened. I gazed on her and she took me as her lover one more time. She is a Dark Muse that flits between the roots, boughs and branches, between the earth, sky and water. Sometimes she sparkles with star and sunlight, sometimes she moves through the dark leaf-litter.
Slowly she is driving me to madness, and although almost unbearable, I cannot be without her. She feeds me with sweet bites and savoury morsels. I must always return for more.
A long time ago a song was forged for Leannan si.
"I shall kiss from end to end the long black wings.
On, captive dove, whose heart throbs wild beneath my hand!
I shall take your mouth as a child takes its mother's breast.
Tremble! For the kiss sinks deep and should suffice for love."