In the valley's heart Maeve resides
A watcher keen her eyes wide
From her perch she sees it all
The heroes' rise the villains' fall
Maeve the watcher silent and wise
In the valley's tale she spies
Though not in the fray her heart does yearn
For the heroes' quest for the valley's turn
In her silence lies great might
To witness the tale in the night
For though not in battle her presence known
In the valley's story her spirit's shown