So the moon dips

I can see the green 

Dancing in the sky

The northern lights

And she's on her knees

Down in the swamp

As a swamp thing

I could feel some pity

If she was less threatening

Yet a spade will always be

And with luck she misbehaves

Luck would have it

She speaks with double mouth

Her words are for nobody

But herself

And that flaw is the fatal spot

In which love is thwarted

By a pool of fairy water.