A pirate born into a bloody life,
Thrown back in years to days before her own
This lass would learn of nothing else but strife,
For her a peaceful life would not be known.
Daughter of tragic love, of man and elf,
Her body marked of difference and hate
Never would she learn how to love herself
The pain she felt in life would not abate.
That this could change was much of a surprise
Along there came a man of mystic might,
He did not care she had quicksilver eyes
This man would look upon her with no fright.

But fate is cruel and ends all things it seems
So now she only sees him in her dreams.