Lady Lora DeBlood, Ne’er a soul as bright,
As that of this princess, within her a shining light,
Acting like a beacon, guiding through the night,
Or like a compass, showing paths that are right,
A natural leader, many claim to be,
But until you meet her, you may never see,
How true this phrase applies to this maiden fair,
With her compassionate eyes and her ice white hair,
Her regal stature, her casual stare,
Her adherence to the virtues, which too few share,
Her love for her animals, and all things good,
The dragons of Destard, and Nightmares of the wood,
Mistake this not for naivete or weakness,
For she has seen her share of bleakness,
And yet always she strives on,
Keeping her head high and her hopes upon,
Her abilities and friends, which have served her well,
Many of whom would follow her to the gates of hell,
Carrying herself with such grace,
A tamer full of honor, with a smiling face,
Though she sometimes works behind the scenes,
Upon her shoulders many a thing leans,
Responsibility, to her beliefs and guild,
Helping our homes and friendships to build,
Oft misunderstood, she never lost hope,
In our worst times she was there, helping us cope,
With the loss of old friends, or keeping us together,
Through good times and perilous weather,
Sharing the times, good and bad,
Never letting us dwell on failure, or be sad,
Always there when it all seems surreal,
Tending our wounds, helping us heal,
After all this time, where will it end,
For who can tame a wild wind,
You may ask me who I think of as an ideal,
I answer to you “Lora Deblood” with all my zeal.
