In the misty woods of Ireland fair – a woman stands with long red hair – In a gown of velvet green – she seeks the grail from near the sea – By the gentle waterfall – where dreams abound.

Oh, the whispers of the ancient trees – Entwine her locks blown by the breeze – As the sun dips low – casting hues profound – She stands in grace – on enchanted ground.

Through the tendrils of ancient mist – her presence glows – A vision of beauty – as the river flows – In the twilight’s embrace – she’s spellbound – By the wonder of the woods she’s found.

Her gaze fixed on the horizon’s fiery hue – A dance of shadows – a silhouette true – In the quiet symphony – nature’s sweet sound – With long red hair -in the velvet green gown – she’s crowned.

In the tapestry of twilight – a scene to admire – A muse in the woods – her spirit on fire – As daylight surrenders – night takes its round – She lingers in communion – on hallowed ground.