A dozen women you might find
But none like me
A dozen hearts you might bind
But none like mine
I am the wolf in the fold
My name is written in tomes of old
I am the shadow across your wall
I am the chill beneath your shawl
I am the myth you want to believe
I am the spectre that will never leave
I am the reason you fear the dark
I am the arrow that hits its mark
I am faclcon feasting in the tree
I am the wail of the bainsidhe
I am the tingling in your blood
I am the unforgiving flood
So court me if you will
If you think you are deserving
But take care not to betray me
Else your head on a platter I'll be serving
