Fickle girls running free and wild,
Whispering, kissing the blooms,
Keeping secrets from the ancient child,
And locking doors on secret rooms,
Along he came to take her away,
The Faeries wept and cried out,
She hasn't been seen since that fateful day,
Evil has taken her by no doubt,
War will rage against them now,
Flames surrounding the horizon,
This war will end but do you know how?
The ancient plaque on which she dies on.
