Tiger Lily

She wore her dark long hair like that of a island mare, flowing freely in the wind.

Her skin was an impenetrable silk coat, polished perfect, shining magnificent bronze.

She had glowing eyes promising to reflect forever in sunsets and hang the moon.

Her smile, was a pure moon beam that illuminated my dreams, singing giggling waves.

I knew immediately this girl, with feathers in her hair, was the wild girl known by crows.

I challenged her hatchet smile stare mounted atop rainbow horned mare; love if you dare.