‘Twas upon thy brow, did I the stone set,
The great Ruby of Khalstuhn,
And, in thy eyes, did another flame burn–
In time, thou bore two sons.

Malcome and Muldayne grew into fine men
Yet the Ruby did stay their hands
When from far fields did they return,
Talk of war between the clans.

In thy firm grip the Rod of Ellseph
Thou didst stamp it on stone floor
And in the sky did dark clouds fall,
Grey fog did hide the moor.

Malcome and Muldayne stood near the Jewelled Queen
The Ruby, still, did shine
In time, I left this Earthly plane
The Ruby–no longer mine.