Standard (EADGBE)

'twas the twelving day of Everfair

when fell my maid of raven hair,

beneath her cloven standard of the wren.

and damn that roiling goblin horde.

we'd almost slain the overlord,

but I could never roll an elf again.

"The Queen of Bells and Battle-Downs";

she wore the title like a crown.

Foes so deep a man would drown, but she still stood alone.

a princess and a duchess both;

and sworn to nine prestigious oaths;

her duties, they would take her to that twisting spire of stone.

Against his tower, a silhouette.

She called like a coronet,

And the green sea of his armies burst from warrens far below.

The pacts he'd made with demonkind

Had rent his thin and tattered mind,

And hellish princedoms occupied the arrow he let go.

They took her through the crowded square,

And laid her at the temple stair.

The sorcelled barb of Arudair beyond their healing arts.

There stands a circlet on her brow

that turns the blades of men around

But if Belruel could hear me now

This song would pierce her heart.

'twas the twelving day of Everfair

when fell my maid of raven hair,

beneath her cloven standard of the wren.

and damn that roiling goblin horde!

and damn their heell-boundoverlord!

but I could never roll an elf again.