This next one is going to be a little different. I'm going to write down what I said but I will also write down what I saw. I realize that there might be important details for me to remember just in case. Protecting the future is crucial, but I had forgotten about the past. To hide the fact that I am coming up with these poems, I need to make sure that the past visions also have a poem to describe it. If a small piece of information about the past can help someone in the present then I want to be able to help them. So, I will write down all the past visions while explaining what I saw. This way there won't be any tiny bits left behind.
The fiery wings spreading across the horizon,
Two birds having to make a painful sacrifice,
Searching for a form to put their child in,
The bright flames travel across the blue-skies,
A new form with hands and feet,
Her abilities locked and hidden away,
Having her saved became bittersweet,
The two birds tried to keep sadness at bay,
The birds wanted to stay with her,
But to keep would birth regret,
The sweet moments became a blur,
Her little face they won’t forget,
Abandoning her at the door,
Worse than ripping off a limb,
Away they had to soar,
Leaving their faces forever grim.
In this vision, I saw more than I described. The birds were fiery phoenixes. They both were flying through the bright bly sky searching for a way to save their baby. The baby was in danger, although I didn't see how she was, and so the parents were working to find a solution. The next thing I saw was a soul being bound into the form of a baby elf. Any special abilities the baby would have was locked away. The parents stayed up all night discussing what to do. Eventually, both of them agreed to give the baby to an elf to raise so she would avoid knowing about her abilities.
If the girl knew about her abilities, she might be filled with eternal regret. She was picked up by her mother's gentle claws and flown off to the doorstep of an elf. They rung the doorbell then hid, making sure that their baby was found. Once she was found both the birds flew away. I could feel every sorrow, worry, and emotion that the birds felt. I wanted to change the past and try to find another way but the past is set. No matter how much I try, I cannot change the past. I can only see it.
I would like to see the world how it is. Not how I want it to be.