Baobhan-Sith

As I searched the great forest,
For the Monarch of the Glen,
A soft voice cried out to me,
Traveling on the wind,
She whispered words of seduction,
In a strange accent,
And I found myself mesmerized,
By her soft, sweet lament.

Intoxicated by her lullaby,
I followed her song to a clearing,
Where my eyes beheld,
The most beautiful maiden,
Dressed in green silks and satins,
She lured me to her dance,
She held out her hand to me,
And offered me romance.

This seductive enchantress,
She did play with my mind,
By singing her beautiful song,
As she floated on the wind,
Like a fairy from a fabled land.
I felt an unreality,
As if I were having a dream,
And that she was my fantasy.

She held me close within her arms,
And I felt her soft breath,
As it caressed my cheek,
With the calmness of death,
So gentle was her touch,
And so arousing it felt,
Her mind was so alluring,
And I almost fell for her spell.

But a flash of lightning,
Brought my reality back to me,
And I pushed her away from me,
When I saw her hooved feet,
And she let out a howl,
Like the cry of a wolf,
As her hands turned to talons,
And she ripped at my clothes.

She drew blood from my chest,
With a swipe from her hand,
And she licked my blood,
And then she swiped again,
But this time she hit the sword of iron,
Which I held in my fist,
And thus ended my encounter,
With the Boabhan-Sith.

As she lay on the ground dying,
She returned to her true form,
A withered old hag,
Born from the eye of a storm,
A witch from a time far away,
With a magical past,
She no longer held the beauty,
Of the Boabhan-Sith.