Strains of music on the wind
Melodic, light and wry
Whispering my feet and shoulders
I leap, I dance, I fly

Upon the moonlit meadow’s edge
Tender golden youth doth stand
Innocence that flares in fright
And runs at my command

Thunder, lightning split the sky
My laughter brings the rain
He slides across the slick, wet field
And falls to knees again

I have you now, my lovely boy
He turns his face away
My fingers touch his slender throat
And tremble for my prey...