Eirlys right with frost-bound hair.
Stone and ice their union made,
’til mountain’s price was duly paid.
Oh Caerhollan, crown of stone,
Shadowed peaks yet not alone.
The High Hold keeps, through steel and flame,
The power bound, the hope reclaimed.
Korrin bold, with sons so keen,
Alaric brave, Erymir green.
War took both, their father too?—
Eldest line was torn clean through.
Liora’s line, a sprightly brood,
Free of burden, light of mood.
Daughters fair and son so bold,
Their laughter worth more than gold.
Oh Caerhollan, crown of stone,
Shadowed peaks yet not alone.
The High Hold keeps, through steel and flame,
The power bound, the hope reclaimed.
Thalen sought the roads of peace,
Sylara’s light his soul’s release.
Their Vale was born of shadow’s storm,
Yet dawn through him, will still be sworn.
Aurienne shines with copper crown,
Her health too frail for mountain town.
She weds a scribe where sea winds play,
And keeps the books in sacred stay.
Oh Caerhollan, crown of stone,
Shadowed peaks yet not alone.
The High Hold keeps, through steel and flame,
