Ariennada, Prophetess From Queen Elise's Womb

Molten gold glistening among the priceless, fathomless dragon lair Born of crystallized dragon riders, Ariennada knew to love them and to care They nurtured her in their olden ancient ways She who had birthed herself, in their cave of clays She reached an age where the secrets in her heart Born of her parents’, handed down from Knight of Marth, Made mystical magical sense, and showed her the path She raised her own dragon, and he taught her his wrath Ariennada, a prophetess, born from Queen Elise’s womb, Stone-cold in her determination to dispel all gloom Led the dragons to a place, far away from battles they did not like She was their princess, their queen, a full-grown dragon faerie delight One dragon, Old Manster was in love with her, but he kept it quiet For the others were too, and there would have been a riot. Molten gold glistening among the priceless, fathomless dragon lair Born of crystallized dragon riders, Ariennada knew to love them, and to care.