Caught in a world devastated by fallacy, and overdosing on mimicry, there lives one so winsome and lovely. She knows not how she got here nor whether she should stay, she only feels compelled to hide herself away, locking up her gift of flight, keeping bliss until full moon's light.
When all is quiet, she can hear a voice, speaking with such passionate flare, "Let it loose!" it shouts as whispers can, "Don't be fooled by what are tares. Our freedom lies within your hand. You must believe and not lose sight of what you know is fair and right. Stretch out your wings yon true maiden and fight this dragon that has you laden."
 "I am only thus small" she pleadingly replies, "It could never be me that saves you all."
"The smaller the better you'll see once you start, for you'll have to get through the cracks of the heart. Alone you are not, we are here with you, the prayers of those who have lived long before you. Nature and Spirit together combined, is the power you need to let yourself fly."