The Dawn
First came the Wolf on the Rhoynish banks,
Whom to this did owe her thanks.
For 'twas here where fire met ice,
And here too where tide drowned vice.
She stood proud—that Rhoynish queen,
Against the Dawn's early gleam.
And raised, she did, those waves so tall,
As not to let her country fall.
Yet as she stood against the fire,
Set forth by the dragon's ire,
Did she catch the prince's eye,
Turning shouts to lover's sighs.
Fire raged 'round waters clear,
Sun met moon, to drown out fear,
Lovers danced, in smoke and mist—
Never can love be remised.
Until, one day, oh Fate—so cruel,
Saw it fit to end his rule.
And so, she wept when his time came,
Waves come to snuff out dragon's flame.
But as his sight began to fade,
Did he smile, and to her bade:
"Cry not for me, my dearest Kat.
We'll meet again, I promise that.
For now, my love, my life is done,
But again, can rise, the sun."
And so, she mourned—her prince, so brave,
That whose life, for war, he gave.
"We'll meet again," the wolf queen spoke,
As embers turned to ash and smoke.