2/Of the coming of Buffy and her Warband
Warriors journeyed, to fight the challenge
Warriors came from foreign lands
No joy did they have, all efforts were fruitless
Dead were their bodies, souls with the damned
Then a band journeyed, from City of Angles
Led by a girl with hair coloured like straw
Her warband was small, but great was their stature
All noble and famous, worthy of song
In Sunnydale twilight, strode Joyce's daughter
Through emptying streets, past hurrying throng
Boldly they strode, to the gates that I warded
Asking admission to see our lord
Gladly I opened the gates to these heroes
Dawn's sister alone was full of renown
Slowly we approached the ducal dais
Where sat my lord, hope in his eyes
Great was the honour, for me to address him
To proclaim the virtues of this small band
To grant him comfort, that they would be victorious
In our death struggle against the damned
First named was the least, if such term could be used
The lady of morning, she who was called Dawn
Joyce daughter's sister, new to the warband
New to the world, of Aesir stock sprung
Next was the noble, Xander the mighty
Strong armed and fearless, bane to the blight
In many the battles, in many the struggles
Would he found at his Slayer's side
Betrothed to Xander, Anyanka the demon
Great was her power to aid women scorned
Yet love it had touched her, and made her human
Her powers devoted to Slayer's aid
Then the two witches, Willow and Tara
Great was my fear in mentioning these
Not warrior maidens, nor gentle ladies
With weapons of evil, evil they assailed
Giles the mage, age scarcely palsied
His withered limbs, nor yet his great mind
Not sword was his weapon, but knowledge most subtle
His wisdom his power, to aid Slayer's task
The last of warband stood behind Buffy
Like to a demon, such had us all feared
Night his domain, daylight his enemy
But love for the Slayer, made him ally
Then stood before us, valiant and mighty
Radiant in beauty, yet stern full of wrath
Dawn's sister, the Slayer, Joyce daughter named Buffy
The mightiest warrior in all the land
Thus I did name them, poorly I wager
Their renown their advert, words can scarce express
How noble their struggle, the hardships all facing
Cheerfully, fighting for evil to end
My lord awakened, great was his interest
That such powerful warriors had come to his hall
To rid it of demons, to restore the feasting
And so for that night, a feast he did command
Warriors journeyed, to fight the challenge
Warriors came from foreign lands
No joy did they have, all efforts were fruitless
Dead were their bodies, souls with the damned
Then a band journeyed, from City of Angles
Led by a girl with hair coloured like straw
Her warband was small, but great was their stature
All noble and famous, worthy of song
In Sunnydale twilight, strode Joyce's daughter
Through emptying streets, past hurrying throng
Boldly they strode, to the gates that I warded
Asking admission to see our lord
Gladly I opened the gates to these heroes
Dawn's sister alone was full of renown
Slowly we approached the ducal dais
Where sat my lord, hope in his eyes
Great was the honour, for me to address him
To proclaim the virtues of this small band
To grant him comfort, that they would be victorious
In our death struggle against the damned
First named was the least, if such term could be used
The lady of morning, she who was called Dawn
Joyce daughter's sister, new to the warband
New to the world, of Aesir stock sprung
Next was the noble, Xander the mighty
Strong armed and fearless, bane to the blight
In many the battles, in many the struggles
Would he found at his Slayer's side
Betrothed to Xander, Anyanka the demon
Great was her power to aid women scorned
Yet love it had touched her, and made her human
Her powers devoted to Slayer's aid
Then the two witches, Willow and Tara
Great was my fear in mentioning these
Not warrior maidens, nor gentle ladies
With weapons of evil, evil they assailed
Giles the mage, age scarcely palsied
His withered limbs, nor yet his great mind
Not sword was his weapon, but knowledge most subtle
His wisdom his power, to aid Slayer's task
The last of warband stood behind Buffy
Like to a demon, such had us all feared
Night his domain, daylight his enemy
But love for the Slayer, made him ally
Then stood before us, valiant and mighty
Radiant in beauty, yet stern full of wrath
Dawn's sister, the Slayer, Joyce daughter named Buffy
The mightiest warrior in all the land
Thus I did name them, poorly I wager
Their renown their advert, words can scarce express
How noble their struggle, the hardships all facing
Cheerfully, fighting for evil to end
My lord awakened, great was his interest
That such powerful warriors had come to his hall
To rid it of demons, to restore the feasting
And so for that night, a feast he did command