Walking home with cradled tomes Autumn leaves bring golden notes Softest heart and kindest soul The sort that sought love Now I believe it was she who enchanted And enraptured his affection At his side, drawing his desire Near the Transmuter's Tower For the going started slow Passing ships for nights untold What she saw glittered like gold Though far more impressive And I believe in greater meanings What we mostly fail to see Sorcery still lives, it seems In the caring kind Pure hearts to light the dark And love to guide them For us to follow