Cloak Of Feathers

She wore a cloak of feathers And rode a mare of purest white A silver chalice in her hands A look of sadness in her eyes A thing of beauty to behold But a sorrow to possess She'll take all that you offer Until there's nothing left Nothing left Face hidden in shadow Beneath a hood of quills The fittings of her raiment Conceal all her ills Beneath her cloak of feathers Lies a body soft and fine Eyes of hazel green Flowing hair as dark as wine A thing of beauty to remember But a sorrow to forget She took all that I gave her 'Til there was nothing left Nothing left Of owl and of raven Of peacock and dove Of swan and of sparrow Woven with her love Face hidden in shadow Beneath a hood of quills The fittings of her raiment Conceal all her ills