Maeve Sixstrings


Hear the tale of Maeve the Bard,
Therinfall’s Sixstrings.
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.

Maeve Sixstrings

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