Rae was called to lead from her blessed rocking cradle
Isolated from the warmth of hearts
Alone she stood, her mind a field of constant battle
Eyes of ice a world apart

With no gentle hands to soothe or console her
Laughter never came round
Born a warrior, her first cry one of battle
Hush! Her first ever sound

While others were playing, Jack Be Nimble
Rae learned to be quick
With the draw of a sword from her tiny side
Before her neck felt a *****

Schooled in philosophy in matters of the mind
Memorizing her battle scheme
Defense of the weaknesses flowing in her blood
She had no time to dream

Now that Rae has learned the fiercest art of battle
While growing a heart of stone
Her old father is having a changing of heart
Thinking she should not be alone

Pray tell me which one of you handsome lads
Is willing to pay the price
Accept the lovely hand isolated from warmth
Marry, our Rae of Ice?