Written in tribute to Princess IohaghHot Blooded
As dusky eve'n time descends
Chase the shadows ‘cross the glens
Tiny princess know her hour
To close the petals of each flower
Now take to wing pixie sprite
Much to do, for comes the night
Into the dark of dreams abyss
Seal each blossom with your kiss
Such charge is given Iohagh
Not a chore, but pleasure draw
From her power, grace and duty
She gives the world natures beauty
But of a night steeped in gloom
Aphids come to kill the bloom
And Iohagh alone doth stand
Before the murd’rous evil band
With legions legs do they walk
They pierce and suck each fragile stalk
A wave of death sweep o’re the glade
And Iohagh draw her blade…
With battle cry she make the fray
Parry, thrust then dance away
Forge again to fracas fierce
Her Elvin blade the evil pierce
And on and on and on t’ward morn
Though bruised and battered, sadly torn
The tiny princess cannot falter
She lay her fate at heavens alter
On weakened knee but strengthened prayer
She speak her vow into the air
“Oh Lord of day, Lord of night,”
“Hear my plea, see my plight,”
And in an instant flash of green
Come Ger-ta mighty mantis queen
With jagged lethal lightning claw
She stand her ground with Iohagh
On Ger-ta’s back in blueblack robe
The Watcher of all gardens rode
With magic sceptre held up high
He smite the aphid…and they die
Now Ger-ta gently in her maw
Take the broken Iohagh
And carry her to Watcher’s lair
Where he can mend the princess fair
With herb of land, sky and ocean
The Watcher conjure saving potion
A poultice, salves and sweet elixir
And maybe brandy, in the mixture
Took to the pixie in repose
Iohagh must pinch her nose
Against the putrid stench and stink
But she know, she must drink
Then come the sleep of all the ages
Dreams be spun from sooths and sages
And to her healing too they lend
The pow’r of love to help her mend
In sleep her power the Gods restore
And for her heart, they give her more
Through her veins, fire is flooded
When she wake, IOHAGH !… Hot Blooded!