Hold close to heart this ugly truth
So as not to lose her
That behind the curves and wings
Purpose an imposer
Gold perfect pure and promising
Is weak when put to task
So too grand imaginings
Reveal themselves a mask
Be wary of the hero there
Who from the glass stares back
Tangled quests and mountain tops
So poignantly unpack
Careful singing that strange song
Else it become too bold
May find it\'s become the teller
And you the one who\'s told