Tiger Lily

She is dangerous and wild,
Stuck somewhere between woman and child
She has skin like copper and eyes like mud
A raging fire burns within her blood

Her hair is black as a crow's feathers
She is unpredictable as springtime weather
Her spirit soars through the air like a bird in flight
And runs through the plains with a horse's might

She cannot be tamed, though many have tried
She needs someone who will simply run by her side
He must be man and boy, with a love of the skies
She needs her Pan to teach her to fly