Climbing higher, in
the fire.
She didn’t have breath to sing, but oh, how she wanted
to.
King of Heaven,
Dying for you.
It was a mess, complete chaos.
Freedom I shouldn’t
know.
She kept half a breeze on the small beings following her,
but delighted in their easy forms.
Such a love this is
for me.
If she didn’t know better, she would say they were made
to fight together such as this.
Time is running
out.
She could see him. How...? There.
Heaven beckons me.
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