A/N: This one's instead an adaptation of a ballad, 'Lady Isabel and the Elf-Knight.' Remarkably, very little of the actual story-line needed changing to make it suitable for drow temperaments.
Isyr'bel and the Duergar
This lovely noble Isyr'bel
Heir to a mighty House
Has outwitted the sentinel
Left quiet as a mouse
He lured her with gems a-glittering, and many rings of gold
He lured her from her own people, a duergar wizard bold
"Oh take for me a lizard, take for me the swiftest steed
If we're to reach my palace, then urgent is our need."
She takes a riding lizard, she takes her mother's magic scrolls
She wraps her cloak about them and out the gate the lizard strolls
This lovely noble Isyr'bel
Drow-maid without compare
Rides from her home under a spell
With rubies in her hair
So long a way they both did ride, to halt beside a lake
The duergar bade her then dismount, with water her thirst slake
"Deeper now, my drowish dear," the duergar wizard calls.
"I've drowned eight drow-maidens here, and you'll be ninth in all."
Then her eyes she raised to him, with a pretty little frown
"Oh, let us rest, I'll comb your beard, some ease before I drown."
Geased promise he laid on her, not to kill him should he sleep
Then laid his head within her lap and fell to slumber deep
She combed and kept him sleeping with a sweet and peaceful song
Then bound him with his own sword-belt, the knots all tight and strong
When he could not move at all, until waking he was shaken
And with a smile, geas gone, with his own knife his life was taken
Quick-witted noble Isyr'bel
All calculating smiles
One no mere male could compel
No matter what his wiles
She took away his treasures, and rode swiftly back to home
She put straight back her mother's scrolls, no sign they once did roam
"What happened, you were long gone," her halfling slave asks with fear
"Hush up and say naught of it, and I'll whip you not this year."
Her Matron mother calls out, "What reason for these sounds?
I hear the slave all alarmed there, and demand now the grounds."
"Oh lady, I heard assassins, so I beg forgiven my trespass
I called in fear, your daughter came, and now the danger's passed."