Kindra

So you want to hear a story
A tale of Pendragon times
And in a city neighboring Camelot
Comes this story of mine
Eyes like fire, full of faith
And magic of all magical crafts
A sorcerer once uncovered
A magician given a chance
A rose among the thorns she was
Freshwater from the stream
And so her mother named her
It fit her ever so well
This girl, I used to know her
She was there at the great king's death
She loved adventure an excitement
That was dear Rosewater Grace