Abhorsen Sabriel,
What a beautiful name.
A beautiful woman to match.
Dark hair,
Chestnut eyes.
Grown in Ancelstierre,
Yet impossible to compare
With another.
Abhorsen Sabriel,
Who binds the dead,
Only to return, mission completed,
The troublesome dead gone
Necromancers alike
A charter mage,
Working for change,
Which will come.
Abhorsen Sabriel,
my love is true.
Promise to remain
The great Abhorsen,
The great woman
I love.
Oh, Gods above,
Sabriel, I'm glad you don't mind.
Abhorsen Sabriel