Hear the tale of Maeve the Bard,
Abducted from her crib at birth,
And swapped with a changeling.
Made Fianna, ancient faerie sect:
Protectorate of kings,
Through strength of arms and armor
And the eldritch spells they sing.
Escaped she o’er the Hedge,
Border of all Faerie’s things
Given to a flight of fancy
On a pair of stolen pixie wings
Came she to court at Therinfall,
Voice warm as gentle spring,
And won the trust of Jun Dodov,
To whose side she now clings.