The woman is a man's quest

There's a woman who hardly smiles
Her eyes are empty in the crowd of others
But sometimes, her eyes are searching
like a dragon searching for treasure
curious, sharp, intuitive, and searching
for the depths of the abyss of your soul

She knew the secret of the way in the dark
She carries a latern light to find those who are lost
She rode a gallant steed
her cloak and veil are red

She is a wanderer that woman
and some say a sorcereress
who speak the languages of the birds

She isn't generous with her love
and where she kept it
He must find it as his quest