Flower-Bride by magick made
to be the Bride of Light.
Yet your sovereignty never surrendered,
you chose your lover by your will
and sent the Eagle flying.
By Magick turned
from Flower-Bride to Night-Hunter,
flying unheard to hunt the dark
sharp-seeing and swift.
Talons pierce soft fur.
Warm flesh, fluttering heart
surrender to your grasp.