Y is for Ylynessa

A waif from the dark and desperate corners of Rowenda Child seized from the long arms of the Dark Circle Growing up a lady within castle walls You’ve done much to make monsters less monstrous Introducing the term ‘nonhuman’ to common speech Doing your best to cultivate the Unicorn Matriarch Ingratiating yourself with her wide-eyes acolytes Trouble at Caerac Keep doesn’t take you by surprise You raise your voice to cry the Vampire Corwyth has risen You blame traveling adventurers for disturbing his crystal Of course the sickness spreading in the Keep is the kiss of a vampire You’re willing to listen to other explanations with a condescending smile The Keep has its secrets, some you won’t share with your brother Even if he’s Lord William of Caerac Keep A mysterious knight, whom is perhaps the new Captain of the Guard A figure in armour who never speaks, only acts And you’ve got your own secrets you won’t share All the letters you write to a mysterious aunt, couched in veiled terms Whatever you’re up to, you still love your brother Your devotion to the Keep itself is far more dubious Your devotion is already spoken for Claimed before you started playing your dangerous game Whisked away even as you stand in your castle Dressed in finery, dispensing smiles and fits of temper All to conceal the intentions you hold close.