A box in an attic, sat all alone Calling the dust bunnies that surrounded it home. It waited in patience, sitting humbly And suddenly children ran up in glee They clambered up the staircase, tripping as they would, Till they reached a corner of the attic where the little box stood. Sparkles and glitter glistened quite bright And the children’s eyes, widened at the sight. For they were amazed, for they understood If they had not found it, then who else would? So they glanced at each other, and fought for a look, At the wonderful form, the magic had took When they opened the flaps They were excited to see A sweet little charm, containing a tree. The girl that was closest shoved her one sister Brooke Out of the way and slipped the charm on a hook. The hook of a necklace, the charm long gone , And when the glass touched her skin her head filled with song. The song spoke of demons, beasties and more, But the brave little girl wasn’t afraid anymore As the song spun in her mind, it got louder and louder Filling this girl, with the feeling of power The light in the attic disappeared with a pop And the child started to float, as Brooke watched in shock Her sister could fly, her sister flew high Wondering whether or not to wave her sister goodbye Would she fly through the night looking down on their house? Or would she share this power With her only sister Who couldn’t hurt a mouse? And a question stuck her, as she hit the roof made of wood... Would she use her powers, for bad or for good?