Wildfire

Tell me the story of the Fire Breathing Bitch Queen

The one who cleaved through Morath's forces unseen

The same who plundered her enemies from an iron coffin

And stole from sarcophagi without any other option

Who'd face a whore called Maeve

Who lied to all in sight

Manipulated even her King

For she was nothing but a Valg Queen

This is the queen to whom others would bow

Knees scraping for months or however long she'd allow

Thought she would not accept

And cleave her life in half she will just to have kept

Aelin of the Wildfire we have seen

And I am proud to call you Brannon's heir in green