Colyne Stewart, Aug XXXVII (2003)
From Halls of Amber strides a Rose
A Duchess filled with poise and grace
A Champion with sword of steel
Khan’s duty etched upon her face
Stands before the scarlet flag
With Laurel
Of Death an angel for the Mid
Who called her righteous fury down
In the barren woods she led our troops
East forces flitting through the trees
All banners three fell to Her Grace
The Dragon beat down to its knees
Her work thought done by another
But Golden Bee does not complain
She led us for love of duty
And not for any praise or fame
She strides throughout our northern land
She duty-bound to serve us all
Our Kingdom gifted to be home
To fair Eanor of Amberhall
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