There’s a place in my dreams,
I go to each night.
I have wings like a bird,
And somehow I can fly
Through smokey red sunsets
That set me on fire
The closer I soar towards the sun.

Feathers turn to flames
And leave trails of burning ashes
Swirling down into the trees below
Who’s crooked arms reach out and try to snag my wings.  

As the sun beams start to descend
The moon begins to rise
I’m burning out,
Lost track of time.
I plummet to the forest floor
And leave behind the sky,
Looking up I wonder, will I ever fly again?

There's a pleasure in reading well-crafted sentences so I try my hardest but they fall apart

It has a slow beginning,
This new book I am reading
Though it’s not a riveting tale
I follow its dry, meandering trail
Boom! A twist in the plot. Gasp! No!
What happens next? I need to know…

I snap to attention, sit up straight
as I worry about our hero’s fate.
Will he prove his innocence to all?
Or will he give up and take the fall?
I turn the page and readjust my pillow.
What happens next? I need to know…

Another twist hits me out of the blue,
Our hero’s not the man I thought I knew!
His dark secret has finally been revealed.
Will he pay for his sins? Will he yield?
I’m down to the last fifty pages or so.
What happens next? I need to know!