Of Bards & Bacchanals

[Vaeluthil Whitevale]

"They'll sing songs of ye, they will."

"Nae, nae, not a bird's song will tell of these times."

"Oh, Little Dove, surprise will be thine."

[Vaeluthil Whitevale]

In the Wyld Lands ruled a queen,
Powerful and strong, she was serene.
Her wild magic flowed like a stream,
Her eyes shone with an otherworldly gleam.

She rode through the forest on her steed,
Graceful and bold, she took the lead.
Her people loved her, she was their guide,
In her kingdom, they could always confide.

The Queen of the Wyld Lands was fair,
With fiery hair and a regal air.
She ruled with justice and pure might,
Her rule was just and always right.

Her voice was like a sweet melody,
And her wisdom surpassed that of any deity.
When the Wyld Lands were in trouble or strife,
She would rise to protect with her life.

The Queen of the Wyld Lands, so grand,
Ruled over her kingdom with a steady hand.
She was fair, kind, and always just,
Her reign over the Wyld Lands was a must.

[Vaeluthil Whitevale]

Once a princess fair and just,
Her sisters, three, she did trust,
Until one day they hatched a plot,
To steal her crown, they weren't caught.

The princess fled, alone and lost,
In forests deep, her fate was tossed,
Her sisters thought they'd won the game,
But little did they know the shame.

For the princess was a clever soul,
She plotted too, to gain control,
With help of friends she met along,
She righted all that had gone wrong.

And when at last she was restored,
Her sisters hung their heads, abhorred,
For lies and greed had led them astray,
Now they had lost their sister that day.

The princess ruled with grace and might,
Her sisters watched, gripped by the sight,
Of what they could have had, now gone,
The lost princess, to whom they'd done wrong.