The woods loom thick with evergreen, an ancient, old, forgotten scene,
And through the mist and tangled roots, a tiny witch strolls on between.

Though twisted bark casts shadows strong, the little witch steps slow along,
And as she wanders through the mist, she hums a soft and quiet song.

“ ‘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.’ ”

She pauses then amidst the wood remembering the spot she stood
Where once a bargain she had made. She finished song as best she could:

“ ‘And though he freed me from his chain, it could not remedy the pain.
For thousands more must pay my price, and I must ask what I have gained.

 For I am lost without a home, although I never could have known.
I reap the seeds that I have sown and wander through the mist alone.

And wander through the mist alone.’ ”