Blushing wildly, Kiki hesitatingly glances around before looking back at her paper. What had possessed her to write something like this? It was embarrassing. Still, it was written, and so it would be read. Kiki opens her mouth, and warms to the performance, in the end, giving quite a creditable recitation.

Blackwing

Dark it is in here, I know, and yet
That flicker! I think I see a hint of light.
A point to bring me through this web of jet
One guiding star, sparkling in the night.
But not all lights respite give from storms
Harshly bright, a lamp gleams cold and glaring.
And not all lights shine friendly, kind or warm
What grace to see the imperfections flaring?

Comfort there is in darkness, true - and hope.
But all has a price: Hope will take its toll,
Staring wonderingly at its own scope,
For this the shadow I walk in is - your soul.

My fear, my hope, my thought, my dream, my spell
My loss, my gain, my heart, my heav'n, my hell!