The young miss sat in a field of green.
An angel and demon on her shoulders,
Fluttering their tiny wings.

Of secrets behold and world of lives,
Ended so quickly
Sharp little knives.

She heard these tales and cried in fright,
For her knight was cast away
So far out of sight.

These two little beings sought not to see,
as the seed of hidden truth
Cast them to misery.