Closed eyes, no dreams

Knuckles are snow against everything

The world ever changing while standing still

One blast is all it takes

Courage burns red

Every hair a blade of grass

Spreading the crimson flame

His body a torch, an inspiration

The magicians and their scalpels

Band-aid the history

However his feet squeak

As his ears begin to ring

His home fills with blood

As it did when the towers fell

No handcuffs contain him

And he breathes his own air

When his heart was sinking

She caught it in her delicate grasp

And the smile that lingered upon her face

Mended the Eagle’s heart at last