A Poem

There is a poem on the back of the picture frame of Song. Sunflower will doubtless notice this if she lowers the picture frame enough times.

There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword, she will tear your city down.
There will come a poet, whose weapon is his word, he will slay you with his tongue.
There will come a ruler, whose brow is laid in brass, he will open up your path.

After reading these words, Sunflower feels a traitorous feeling grow in her breast. HOPE.