My Fair Amor
Cold and still that gloomy night, the moon's soft glow my guiding light,
I wandered through the meadow vainly seeking out the fair Amor.
For upon me he had preyed, on my soul his power weighed,
And on my soul his power stayed, his power stayed forevermore.
And with my soul upon my sleeve I could not live without Amor,
As the broken ravens circled crying out their broken caw.
And as the moon attends full height, I see beyond a raven white,
Above the meadow soaring lonely, soaring lik