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Description
Three young ladies
Recounted in tales
Their stories retold over time
Legends extolled
Reference manifold
As the history books will chime.

Darling Dani,
A powerful witch!
Behold the Hufflepuff loyal!
A badger fierce
Her power will pierce
All defenses, like lance of a royal.

Shyness may sting
Be unforgiving
Apologies, excessive, may plash
But be ready for
Insurmountable chore
She'll strike you down in a flash!

Sweet little Lois
Youngest of the bunch
Silly to some, may seem.
A hoi little Tem
Valuable as a gem
Blue compassion, in earnest, will gleam.

She's quick as a bolt,
Racing hypervolt,
Armor, as solid as rock,
The strength she draws
Through graduated paws
Will leave you gaping in shock.

The last of the three
Brave, thoroughly,
We come to the lady Zenith.
Ike's comrade in arms
Neither speed nor charms
Echo down corridor of her myth.

Aether ever flows
When landing her blows
The army opposing should learn
What a mistake
When incantation she spake
The Rising Phoenix, welding flesh to burn.

I am all but a lowly scribe
Fallen, faded from glory.
Once a healer, now a slave
Shackled to this dying story.

All I can hope, for my dear friends,
Is this parchment may be found
News of every exploit
In my verse maladroit
Finds life, in retelling, resound.

Description
Three young ladies
Recounted in tales
Their stories retold over time
Legends extolled
Reference manifold
As the history books will chime.

Darling Dani,
A powerful witch!
Behold the Hufflepuff loyal!
A badger fierce
Her power will pierce
All defenses, like lance of a royal.

Shyness may sting
Be unforgiving
Apologies, excessive, may plash
But be ready for
Insurmountable chore
She'll strike you down in a flash!

Sweet little Lois
Youngest of the bunch
Silly to some, may seem.
A hoi little Tem
Valuable as a gem
Blue compassion, in earnest, will gleam.

She's quick as a bolt,
Racing hypervolt,
Armor, as solid as rock,
The strength she draws
Through graduated paws
Will leave you gaping in shock.

The last of the three
Brave, thoroughly,
We come to the lady Zenith.
Ike's comrade in arms
Neither speed nor charms
Echo down corridor of her myth.

Aether ever flows
When landing her blows
The army opposing should learn
What a mistake
When incantation she spake
The Rising Phoenix, welding flesh to burn.

I am all but a lowly scribe
Fallen, faded from glory.
Once a healer, now a slave
Shackled to this dying story.

All I can hope, for my dear friends,
Is this parchment may be found
News of every exploit
In my verse maladroit
Finds life, in retelling, resound.