The Song Half-Sung, Kvothe's song of Felurian ( The Wise man's Fear)
Flashing moon silver, midnight blue her eyes The lids were subtle-colored butterflies. Her hair swayed, a dark scythe swinging Through the trees with the wind singing.
Felurian! O Lady Fair,
Blessed be your forest glade. Your breath is light upon the air. Your hair is shadow-dappled shade. She danced in dancing shadows candle cast She held my eyes, my face, my form, full fast. Her smile a snare ten times as strong As legendary faerie song.
O Lady Fair! Felurian,
Your kiss is honeysuckle sweet. I pity any other man Unknown to you and incomplete. Her eyes were of the bluest black Like night sky with the clouds blown back Her skills in love— Her skills in love they do suffice In close embrace men find her nice.