Hellion the Wart

Quite the dreamer, Hellion the Wart.
(Helly for sort of short.)
The Warts were a family of onion miners
And in no need of any reminders
Of their place beneath the feet
Of those depending on them to eat.
Warts did not speak nor read it seemed
A miracle that one would dream.
Helly dreamt of many things
But most of all of wings.
One night she dreamt of a dream master
Who would give you what you asked her
And she knew this dream was real
And just one dream could be fulfilled.
She packed her dreams and her best suit
And dug her way up out the roots
To start her walk towards wondrous wings
And the what-could-bes that dreaming brings.
She marveled at the birds above
Who winged the world on windy love
Till one said on the hundredth dawn:

“Go on! Go on! You’re close! Go on!”

The bird soared off but Helly glowed
At the words so kindly crowed,
But a bird broke in abrupt:

“Give up! Give up! You’re lost! Give up!”

Helly never slowed her pace
As a third took that one’s place
And spoke to her by wordless glare:

Don’t care! Don’t care! So what? Don’t care!

And it was within the hour
Helly arrived at Dreamer’s Tower,
She met the master, made her choice,
Helly now would have a voice.
Helly left and walked until
She found one bound to make dreams real
And told him with a smile well won:

“Go on! Go on! You’re close! Go on!”

Drawn by PJ.