As the dawn looks upon her face
With her petite figure she walks with such grace
Her heart tis kind, her words soft
Her voice one would wish to hear oft

As the dawn smiles upon her eyes
The emotionless emeralds hide a surprise
Her love, she cares for him so
That buying pies her gold will go

As the dawn glances upon her mind
Keen and sharp, her wit easy to find
Look upon her gently, be you kind
Let upon death's door your light will shine

As the dawn sees her stand
Ever protecting Light, Good, Creation and her land
Her spirit tis ever so strong
As the dawn breaks, tis for her I write this song.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Daedalan, in the year 693 AF.