The Realms was graced with a princess so fair
A McKrye girl who yearned for finer things
Of days drinking tea with nary a care
Nights filled with dance, gallivanting with kings
Demure and sweet, always light on her feet
Our princess fair is quick with her sharp wit
a smile brimming wide, fool's errand to beat
Charming the crowds with a wave of the wrist
Whilst lady's heart resides in bosom deep
a conqueror's passion burns bright inside
silencing foes to their eternal sleep
Dark'ning the sun with arrows that true fly
So trouble not those who frolic in skirts
For they may pummel you into the dirt.
[All photos by View staff]