S.J. Tucker

I am a daughter of the glade
Never tamed to mortal ken.
Goat feet and striking yellow gaze
The sultry voice of the summer maze
I am the beast beneath fair skin
With but a song your love I'll win
As you would a satyr when he roams,
Beware the faun who hunts alone,
A prowling spirit on her own
All spice and fire to the bone!
A thirsty chalice for thy blade!
Come now, to the daughter of the glade!
In Song and Storm I came to life
By Hoof and Horn I came to be
I need no pipes to cast my spell
I am the tale no heroes tell!
Hie to the woods, boy, you'll be glad you stayed.
Come now to the daughter of the glade!
Satyr, when thy mortal lovers fade,
I will take you, unafraid!
And here's your perfect chance to try
A lover bold and as sweet as I--
Dark and warm as winter wine!
You've never tasted fruits as fine!
I see you waste your golden song
On mortal maidens, dusk to dawn
Those virgin girls will ne'er be true
Come taste a love as wild as you!
You'll meet your match when you meet my eyes!
But I'll allow you your surprise.
I am a daughter of the glade,
And I will make no man a wife!
By Hoof and Horn I came to be;
In Song and Storm I came to life!
Leave off thy chase! Thy prize is here!
And she will love you without fear!
I am a daughter of the glade
Never tamed to mortal ken.
Goat feet and striking yellow gaze
The sultry voice of the summer maze
I am the beast beneath fair skin
My song is done.
Thy love I've won.