Astarte Genevieve Ileuad ap Glymfyfrdwy

I think that we were never better schooled
Than when this princess, tall and fair, held class.
Gay feasts, quick wit, bright halls, and gowns bejeweled,
She taught her subjects well -- and all did pass.

She towered above in beauty, station, strength
Each lady of her court. With mane of flax
And bell-like voice her quest the breadth and length
Of this her realm to search for noble acts.

Such deeds filled her with joy until she burst
From ecstasy. Always her folk came first.
At balls and masks she danced with best and worst.
She quenched her people's every need and thirst.

The fun she was won her a silver crown
Her easy grace did win for her renown.