With hair of auburn and amber eyes,
beaming a smile as warm as Midsummer skies,
her gems glittering like treasured riches so fine,
one could mistake her for the Divine!
With a heart filled with laughter so merry,
forever sweetly smelling of strawberry,
it's oh so hard not to take a shine,
to this living gem most Divine!
Fiery tequila she does adore,
and hammocks are her happy place!
A huntress of such stunning grace,
the most memorable companion for a war.
For raven and wolf in eternal chase,
I'll sing this ode til they're face-to-face!


Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 8th of Chakros, in the year 504 MA.