Disclaimer: I do not own the Mists of Avalon. I am merely a sycophantic
follower of the genius that inspired Marion Zimmer Bradley.

Summary: This poem is so vague, I don't even know if it's relevant.
Actually, I'd be very, very happy if someone could interpret this for me,
or at least just tell me what they think it means.

Huntress

Huntress, shine the moonbeam
Dancing through the trees
Draw the knife across my arm
And hear your own soft scream.

I claim the forest as my own,
A hunting ground for night divine.
Snap of sinew, crunch of bone,
All of these are mine.

Do you know, now, what you fear
In this citadel of night?
A power moving, close and near,
A whirlwind sprite of endless might.

The mortals come, for me they search,
So innocent, unwary-
They do not know that what they've found
Lies in the Realm of Faery....