Come and listen:
I will tell you a tale
Of a small bodied fish
With the heart of a whale.
Her scales were dark as night,
Her fins of purple hue.
Her soul was made to fight:
She was the bravest fish I ever knew.
Mother, sister, friend,
She was strong until the end.
Ever an adamant mate,
Until worms and velvet sealed her fate.
Long and hard did she fight,
Refusing to simply fail.
She struggled for her life
By standing on her tail.
A cairn of stones we made her
To aid her in her strife--
Upon this bed she rested
While she struggled for her life.
Things got better for a time,
As the battle of the velvet
Was slowly won--
But how could any of us have known
The worms had our work undone?
While we cared for her young,
She slowly slipped away.
We found that she was gone
When we came home one day.
Her offspring larger grow
With every passing day,
Though they fight that same battle
They do not fade away.
There are ghosts, and blues, and yellows,
Though some are also blue:
Two of those offspring have her nightly hue.
In this way is she with us,
Never will she part.
Each day we see the blooms
To which we gave her body,
And the name:
Hermione Iron-Heart.
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Hermione
