caught between a fate of misery and a fate of hiding
wind in your face
blanket billowing behind you
you're like those fairytale witches your father always read about to your sister
the ones he always compared you to
well you were right father
here i am the wicked witch
and the sky is calling
and what can you do but obey it
and take the dying sun's place
you are triumphant
even as a flash of faces parades before you
a brown haired girl in a chair
a mouse haired boy beside her
a blonde head below you
a boy with a cocky smile
and you sing
and you fly
and you hope
for there is nothing else to do
but defy what you once knew
defy civilization
and since you defy all this
it seems fitting
that you defy the laws of gravity too