High Rhulain


Like the sun, High Rhulain will rise anew,
to the downtrodden free.
A warriormaid with Wildlough blood
must cross the Western Sea.
She who looks ever through windows
at the signs which feathers make,
seek the Green Isle through her knowledge,
       for all thy kin
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