There was a woman, very old
But she was no less brave and bold
Than any Younglin or Maitrin
Or any other one who's been.

Her wisdom no one met by half
Was slow to anger, quick to laugh
And at her side the broom she made
The wiccan woman Olden Jade.

She dressed in green and wore a sash
And stood against tyranny's lash.
With her resolve and spirit she
Set out to make the whole Pix free.

So with the aid of one young girl
Her plan to crush Bain did unfurl
And with her hair she broke his spell
That doomed all men to living hell.

With a keen mind she planned a quest
And on it sent the very best
Through the Blackwoods to the Plateau
Of the griffin where few dared go.

For on the Plateau was the key
To the old witch's victory
An ancient gauntlet, old as Earth
To which the elven smiths gave birth.

She brought the vessel of Bain's fall
To the foot of his castle wall.
She sent the vessel on its way
Then left to battle in the fray.

And with the gauntlet, good prevailed
Where many untold forces failed
So may the legend never fade
Of the sage woman Olden Jade.