From yonder world there came a child
Of amber hair and temper mild
Who wandered lost and without kin
Until a sage witch took her in.

Of common sort Sharon did seem
And never did the old witch dream
That no kind of spell, Black or Fae
Could any harm on this girl lay.

For her did the witch think it best
To join with others on a quest
To seek an item that would see
Tyranny fall and people free.

Into the Blackwoods she did tread
Though ghosts and banshees she did dread.
With courage strong and valor great
She faced the griffin and her fate.

The gauntlet won and wounds endured
With little hope of being cured
Did evil rear its ugly head
By Devon’s Legions of the Dead.

Sharon escaped from Devon’s wrath
On an enchanted Faerie path
Then in the mountains she did train
To vanquish the dark rule of Bain.

Finally the tyrant Sharon faced.
Much bloodlust did the despot taste
But when ruin fell on his sword
Did the dragon consume the lord.

A heroine Sharon became
With veneration on her name
The minstrels still sing songs of her
The girl known as Sharon Amber.