Blazing Soul.

She stood on a tower and looked down below

A city of white houses hummed with life

Everywhere the same streets, the same trees

The same people with the same wings.

Posters plastered the walls

Slamming a command into every thought

WINGS MAY NOT BE USED TO FLY.

Only one soul had ever dared ask why.

Here she was, her heartbeat thundering

Taking a breath, stretching out her wings

Would you rather live or wait to die?

She took off running and launched into the sky.

Over the people her shadow passed

And they cried out and pointed

Archers were called for and aimed their bows

At the flying girl with the blazing soul.

As their arrows streamed, she dove down

To where another soul stood on a rooftop.

“Follow me,” she said. “Let's break away.

“Only takes one spark to light a blaze.”

From the street, a third watched them soar

Go on, said a whisper. Give it a try.

She joined others everywhere lifting their wings

Forgetting their fear, they chased down their dreams.