Written by Saphyre, a member of the EQ1 guild known as Darkmoon. Saphyre was a dark elf who devoted her life to the service of her guild and the fictional god, Innoruuk.
A prophet came from far off land
and Darkmoon took her by the hand.
Its Patriarch, both strict yet kind,
had welcomed her with food and wine,
for he had “seen” she was the one.
The prophecy had just begun.
Her gift was from the Prince of Hate
and Darkmoon was to be her fate.
She knows she’s young and not so strong
but Darkmoon helps her, right or wrong.
They know the prophecy fulfilled
requires she be in their guild.
As days go by she learns to fight
and studies hard both day and night.
She shares her sight. She cooks and scribes
while siblings guard her with their lives.
Oh Innoruuk, she does her best
to serve her “family” is her quest.
Hail Darkmoon!
I can imagine a bard singing that 
Thank you both for your kind comments. Always enjoy hearing from you. 
And now we know why the Hooded Man (in A RING OF STARS: THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY) has left her so disturbed.
Nice job — elegant traditional poetry. I notice that the spelling of your protagonist’s name has changed since this poem was written.
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