Lying gently on the rock, I espied one day a beautiful flock, her golden hair so shiny and bright she lay there humming so silent in flight
"And who art thou be?" I asked so kindly
The girl's beautiful eyes wide and gold like honey
"I be the girl who thou not know" she replies in a sweet voice of lies
"Oh" I say as I let it sink in, this girl of wonder and perfectionist sin
"And a girl who alone be not a stranger?" she whispered to be so humbly in favour
I watched her hair fall as she leaned on her arms, her golden eyes shining in unknown charms
"A stranger she may be but alone she not now, say fair maiden why art thou here and not held to house by vow?" I ponder as I step closer whispering silent slumber.
"I was held house by Vow, but he broke that and it is why I lie here now, pray tell my wonderer why you ask me that, but judge me not for I see that you're wearing that hat" she smiles to curly she pointed to me, those lips of cold decision not blindly to see.
"I wield my hat with pr