For Eanor of Amberhall, Khan's Champion and General of Ealdormere

Pennsic War XXXI, Aug A. S. XXXVII (Aug 2002)

From Halls of Amber strides a Rose

A Duchess filled with poise and grace

A Champion with sword of steel

Khan’s duty etched upon her face

Stands before the scarlet flag

With Laurel wings and floating Crown

Of Death an angel for the Mid

Who called her righteous fury down

In the barren woods she led our troops

East forces flitting through the trees

All banners three fell to Her Grace

The Dragon beat down to its knees

Her work thought done by another

But Golden Bee does not complain

She led us for love of duty

And not for any praise or fame

She strides throughout our northern land

She duty-bound to serve us all

Our Kingdom gifted to be home

To fair Eanor of Amberhall