There is a meadow, of vast body and lush, where children play called Linte Croi,
But verily go I say to those who lust, for as the dark comes the supernatural crawl,
In the valley we journeyed a few school fellows and eye, to capture the quim and call it prize,
A beauty we saw in the moonlit night, hair of silk, skin of pearl but something more in her lines,
Adorned her naked flesh was a body to be held, and a blackness in disguise,
A transparent beast with the naked nymph whom was greatest I’ve seen in size,
Captive we thought was she as it did not let us linger more,
We watched as it cast it’s shadow there among the lily’s, dew drops and angel bells ashore,
It flew swiftly to ravel us there and ran, we did, away from it’s lair,
For who knew that it lived within this maid, in it’s natural raw,
Again beware, I say, of the dark within the moores of Linte Croi.