Liltgrass

Liltgrass

Thia of Foxgrove was pretty and sweet,

she kept the herb garden, she kept the ferns neat.

And any who traveled through Ironhold pass

would stop for a poultice, a cream, or liltgrass.

Martin was son of the household of Briar,

and sent off to Ironhold for his esquire.

And long did the two meet up their in the pass,

when she went a hunting for wild liltgrass.

They met in the morning to talk about fate,

they met in the afternoon high summer wait,

They met in the evening, but never out late,

For Martin would have her to Rowenall Gate.

Thia of Foxgrove was pretty and sweet,

she kept the herb garden, she kept the ferns neat.

And any who traveled through Ironhold pass

would stop for a poultice, a cream, or liltgrass.

The years were a skirmish, and hill bandit den,

and each time he came back, they'd laugh about when,

but soon he was knighted, and sent home back to Briar,

he promised her then, with a love to inspire.

Now in Briarhaven, when taking the oath,

t'is custom to bring forth a favor or troth.

And long wrote he home of his love from the fern,

That Anton and Ellan were want not to learn.

Thia of Foxgrove was pretty and sweet,

she kept the herb garden, she kept the ferns neat.

And any who traveled through Ironhold pass

would stop for a poultice, a cream, or liltgrass.

To win her to wife would be no mean a task,

for the men of the Marshland, she was a fine lass.

So Martin went searching that long winter home

Til he found a jewel laden, white oak, handled comb

He came to her yard, when the spring waters melt,

she knee deep in planting a small crop of spelt.

She laughed then to see him, as he helped her stand

then he brought out his troth and he asked for her hand.

Thia of Foxgrove was pretty and sweet

she kept the herb garden, she kept the ferns neat

and any who traveled through Ironhold pass

would stop for a poultice, a cream, or liltgrass.

The people of Briar, never knew what to do

with a Lady so versed in the dawn and the dew

that churned a fine poultice, and brought about mirth

who danced in the morning bare foot on the earth.

But all watched Lord Martin, who smiled in the day

and watched his love trimming the roses in may

and all knew that no one, no duchess or dame

could love him and be loved in return quite the same.