cloak of feathers

she wore a cloak of feathers, and rode a mare of purest white, a silver chalice in her hand, 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, face hidden in shadow, beneath a hood of quills, the pinions 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, till there was 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 pinions of her raiment, conceal all her ills