“ ‘What brings you here?’ the Forest asks

As little witch begins her task

And pours the blue phantasmal souls

Upon the Earth from tiny flask.

‘What once was mine, I sought to keep,’

The little witch begins to speak.

‘But had I known the Shadow’s price,

My life I may have let him reap.’

‘And though he freed me from his chain,

This freedom brings me only pain.

For thousands more must pay my price,

And I must ask what I have gained.’

‘For I am lost without a home,

And though I never could have known,

I reap the seeds that I have sewn,

And wander through the mist alone.’

‘And wander through the mist alone.’ ”