Freedom is exhausting
sighed the flame to the warm winter breeze
Please, scoffed the wispy wind
Like you know what it’s like to be free!
Of course I do, said the incensed flame
Boy, you don’t have a clue
and in a puff of indignation
Once shimmered, then withdrew.
It’s not that I don’t trust you,
said the Wind after a long pause
It’s just that you’re my sister,
and you tend to love things with claws
So what if I do, snarled the flame
accidentally setting things on fire
I thought freedom was all about
doing whatever your heart desires!
Stop that, said the wind, alarmed,
puffing after scattered embers
Burn the whole place down if you like
but even the Earth remembers!
You say now that you like it here,
but don’t notice your voice is fading
and every vow there was ever to keep
you’ve already thought of betraying!
So, tell me that you need to stay
and I won’t force you to leave..
but don’t tell me it makes you glad
It’s too much for me to believe!
The flame sputtered, then began to fade
as the wind floated on gently down
I didn’t mean to make you sad
I’m just tired of watching you drown.
Don’t you see how deep I’ve fallen
quietly said the spirit of fire
and all I can do is burn and burn
to the end of my heart’s desire
There’s always a way, said the windy faye
if you’d just stop burning to see
The World is wide, and we are young
And you were born to burn free!
But then something dark and twisted
crawled slowly within the hill,
the fiery faye crouched to the ground
and bade the wind to be still
I need some time, fiercely hissed the flame
This is just something I must do
There are things that need to be sorted out
And secrets I cannot even tell you
Abandon your quest, sister dear
vehemently whispered the wiser wind
As the flame circled the darkness below
and then looked up one last time to grin
No! cried out the willful wind
as the night came between the friends
And the flame’s parting words
echoed like some lost sentence
The lies are lies, and the truth is truth
Sister, there is no choice to make
I willingly gave all that I did
and what’s left is mine to take
And the wind, she howled, in a voice so fine
that even the Earth did shake
for what’s born of fire cannot be undone
but even the strongest spell can break.