The Lay of Felurian
But you were like a gentle summer storm. [...] you were a dancer fresh upon the field
The Lay of Felurian was a song written by Kvothe for Felurian during his time with her.
The song is cut short when Felurian becomes angered at Kvothe's choice of words, notably nice and suffice. Kvothe argues that his experience with her had been nice but is met with more anger. He tells Felurian that he doesn't know how he should feel about it since he had never had sex before and had nothing to compare the experience with.
Lyrics
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 skills in love they do suffice
In close embrace, men find her nice.
Felurian! O Mistress Bright,
Your touch more sought than silver
I br—
