From a city radiating with green,

Thus comes a sweet scent, an omen? Or, not?

While under the shades, crying, can be seen,

The heavenly girl, of whom which they sought.

Yet doubt, distrust, and betrayal fell upon,

She, once beloved, is now said to be foul.

Hence sent far West under the shade of dawn,

Where the deceit and schemes of kinsmen prowl.

Besieged by her compatriots’ arrow,

She fought till the last of the cabal fell.

Despite the courage and valor that sough,

Her comrade was still lost amid the quell.

To live and protect, as hatred will burn,

Lahn, destined to fight the wrong, will return.