In a world where wizards
And dragon-lizards
Just don't know how to act,
The thing most rare
Is a lady fair
With virtue still intact.
But here, where smoke
Of dragons chokes
The dwellers in the waste,
Are ladies three
Whose chastity
Has never been abased.
Is this absurd?
Do you doubt my word?
"It isn't true," you cry.
How can I know
Such a thing is so?
I askedand virgins cannot lie.
These damosels
Had locked themselves
Within a castle keep.
Close watch they kept--
They never slept,
Lest wicked men should creep
Within their walls
And merry halls
To woo them in their sleep.
They sang and danced
And necromanced
And had a merry time,
While all around
Foul things abound,
Like monsters, muck, and slime.
But after days
Of Roundelays,
Parties started to pall.
Cried the ladies three,
"We must be free
Of monsters, muck, and all!"
Cried Rhonwen the Proud
In voice quite loud,
"This madness has to end!
Where is the knight
Of mickle might
Who will our home defend?"
Then Jerilyn
Of sublte pen
Said, "Sisters, let's be wise.
To find our trusty
Knight so lusty,
Let us advertise!"
Fair Ferelith
Said, "Yes, but with
This single reservation--
The man who'll save
Can't be a knave--
We'll have a competition!"
Then a lovely maid
All disarrayed
Came seeking succor here.
"Please save me," said
Fair Dame Ælflæd,
And they said, "Have no fear."