Melisande Poem by Kay Rosenvlaed

Lips as rubies, hair of gold
The sister dragon hath come foretold
Wander free and far,
for far thine hail
a babe b'plucked from cold betrayal

Lo, a magic's twisted deed
to garner life while lovers flee
for fleet of foot one must so be
As brothers four do carouse thee
In one's foul act of ferocity

Thoust sorrow pour from limpid pool
into silken hands unfurled,
If all riches only sour you
Beseech me and pray tell,
for what do you cry, my girl?

Dragonet in the hand,
for gilded so she seems
with timeless eyes casting for a dream
A wizard's ward in waiting
Hail from hall without a queen.