Following the checkerboard road into the sky.

With goodness and grace, one step at a time.

“Where are you going?” The Scarecrow inquires.

Above the Emerald City where her Angels gather to fly.

Leaving her last breath of Wickedness behind— with all whom attempted to sway her otherwise.

Trusting everything she needs is already inside.

No one can stop her, she’s off to see her guides.