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Fraxinusto Taliesin, the Rhymer

Now she was a most comely wench, With flaxen hair an' nay a stench, Her eyes bright blue an' skin so pale, As if straight from a faery tale.


Now these three doth intertwine, In many tales o' grief an' crime, In wondrous stories o' bravest deeds, O' dragons, Witches, Ogres, Thieves.


But time alas is runnin' short' I'd hate this myth t' come t' nought, So t' hasten th' finish an' reveal the crux, I'll tell o' th' wizard Mendlerux.