Lydia was truly a vision in white.
A floral wreath adorned her head, a pretty sight.
And lastly, the pendant, silver bright–
Beautiful, was the girl from the mountain hut.

With Liam's permission, she inspected the glass globe.
This was where her powers would go.
She quietly attached a silver piece to the velvety robe.
Satisfied, was the girl from the mountain hut.

She prepared herself for the final show.
The music playing was fast, not slow.
Soon, her green aura started to glow.
Calm, was the girl from the mountain hut.

With the help of her necklace, her magic went astray.
It roamed among the skeleton trees, turning them green from grey.
It neither went to the Source Stone, nor the globe's way.
Satisfied, was the girl from the mountain hut.

The dry, broken land beneath her feet,
Broke into grasses and shrubs, smelling sweet.
Surely, she was happy with her feat.
Satisfied, was the girl from the mountain hut.

So that no one suspects, Lydia lunged ahead.
Her powers streamed out like an emerald thread.
But she made sure that it never turned to a single shred.
Satisfied, was the girl from the mountain hut.

An angel graced the forest again.
No longer was heard the sound of pain.
The land was ready to sing with her, a refrain.
Happy, was the girl from the mountain hut.

As the power completely left her soul,
Her body felt tired, like a broken bowl.
Before she collapsed, one glance she stole–
Seth was looking at Lydia, the girl from the mountain hut.