Torchic！Torchic！Torchic！
Don’t get to close.
It’s burning inside.
The ashes come out.
The lights fade out.
It’s the lovely bird I’ve never known.
No expression. No expression. No expression.
We want its feathers.
We want its claws.
We want its lights.
I wonder where it sweeps the mountain peaks.
They said it’s what the chickens are meant.
I say it’s up to the trainers.
Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.
Where my heat hide, I should set fire to the air.