“Naughty, naughty little Godlings,” the Eldest did say.
And the two siblings shrank beneath the Harvest King’s sight.
“What mischief do you have planned?”

Jotes and Eneeres shared a look
And told Death their Mother’s dearest wish.
“We love her greatly, and a world would please her so.”

The Harvest King stared and thought.
“This way is forbidden, little Godlings,” he told.

“Yet, another way could be made. For a price.