The little girl of only nine,
sat at the cliffside.
Small sparks dance around her.
She sees the maids swirl around in the water,
as the forest next to her burns like a pheonix,
soon to be reborn and restored again.
The dragons dancing overhead curse the sky
with their bending body language.
The pure white pony with a golden headpiece
approaches her, gives her a little nudge.
She thought she was falling,
but then, she put her arms out and flew away.
The small girl of only nine,
laid to rest on a cloud.
The gods wrapped around her,
accepting her into the heavens.