PUT A SPELL ON ME
HONEYBEE
FLY AWAY
INTO THE UNKNOWN
OH MY
I WANT TO GO WITH YOU
WEATHERED GLASS
AND BROKEN BONES
CHIPPED BLADE
BUT YOU'RE NO
KNIGHT OF MINE
HONEYED GLASS
IT CONSUMES YOU
BELITTLES YOU
IT WILL SHAPE YOU
IF I HAD GONE WITH YOU
I WOULD'VE SAVED YOU
FROM HIS INCANTATION
BUT I AM JUST A PASSERBY