Spitfire

Is it the Spitfire?
Arriving with the wind and rain?
With her wild eyes and raven hair
Billowing out around her 
Like sails on an ocean ship
Her laughter made dreams descend.
Gave rise to the lost ones cries.
I cannot save you lad if she begins
To draw you into the firelight.
Let the raven fly in the wind.
Let it call the lonely answering night.
It is in the hopes ye are there bound.
That you will not end up hell bound.
It is not your soul she seeks.
It is your heart she needs to break.
Fly away Spitfire. 
Go so far away.
Leave them to their unknowing sleep
and forsake all their dreams.
Tonight.