Come The Raven, darkest Queen,
With beauty rare, if seldom seen,
And with her come a dire dread,
The finest dread I've ever had.
Her sorcery it boils my blood
Commands a spell, for love to flood.
Spite all of dark arts that I know,
I’m Powerless to halt its flow.
For free will now, I have, and yet,
Around my neck, a yoke she set,
And lock my heart, in dungeon black,
For captivating means just that.
This incantation cast has she,
As runes strewn, tell ruin see.
This charm is strong, my will is weak,
And from it no salvation seek.
It conjures fear so terrible,
It staggers heart, leaves gut a full.
A sickness some, mistake for love,
Spare me this, oh God above!
I fear this more than hellish lake.
I fear this love, my life will take.
I fear the darkness by she beguile.
I love the lightness, in her smile.
I fear the fire, in her eye.
I love that under, shyness lie.
I fear the power, of her wing.
I love the warmth, that under bring.
I fear the black plumes that she wear.
I love how black, frames beauty fair.
I fear her movement, flight and flow.
I love the way I want her so.