In the land of Eridane, where legends are born, Lived a woman named Tytti, brave and forlorn. She wielded her sword with skill and grace, Injustice she fought, in every place.
With fiery eyes and a heart so bold, Tytti stood tall, fearless and uncontrolled. In the depths of the forest, where shadows loom, She battled the dark, dispelling all gloom.
Her armor shone bright under the moon's soft glow, As she ventured forth, her spirit all aglow. A noble quest, a righteous cause, Tytti rode into battle, without a pause.
Through valleys and mountains, she traveled far, Guided by her virtue, a radiant star. In the kingdom of Nyria, plagued by despair, Tytti's presence brought hope, floating in the air.
With words of wisdom and courage untold, She rallied the people, both young and old. Together they rose, against the forces of wrong, Singing the battlecry, their hearts beating strong.
In the end, victory rang through the land, And Tytti, the warrior, was honored and grand. Her legend lived on, a tale of her fight, For justice and goodness, her eternal light.
