Galvaethor
His hair is as a starling's wing,
Dark and flowing, softly shining;
An ebon crown his brow adorning
His eyes the green of budding leaves
In springtime, 'neath the forest eaves,
Yet wise in that which they perceive
His jaw is a determined line
That contours of his face define
To firmly state his will benign
His smile is as the summer sun
His hair is as a starling's wing,
Dark and flowing, softly shining;
An ebon crown his brow adorning
His eyes the green of budding leaves
In springtime, 'neath the forest eaves,
Yet wise in that which they perceive
His jaw is a determined line
That contours of his face define
To firmly state his will benign
His smile is as the summer sun
