My AS Level composition piece.
The whole track tells the story of a boy longing for freedom:

Alone in a forest lived a boy named Timmy Pickett. Every day he would watch the birds circle the Sun and
long for wings of his own to carry him away from the world. Whenever he asked them why they had wings and
he did not, they simply turned and flew away.

One day however, after his frustration had consumed him, he called to the essence of the Earth in a
desperate plea for help. Expecting a God to reveal to him the answer, Timmy froze as a shady Demon with a
slithering tongue and night-black eyes appeared in front of him.

The Demon stood calmly yet menacingly before the boy and explained how his wish could become reality.
Without waiting to read the letter the demon handed him, Timmy scrawled his name across the bottom before
tucking it into his pocket. Instantly the demon raised his hands to the Heavens and pulled a dozen balls
of fire from the sky which surrounded Timmy in a circle. He panicked as blood pumped rapidly through his
veins and the hairs on his back stood on end. The forest danced with fearsome energy as Timmy fell to the
floor.

Moments later, the boy awoke in the same clearing as before, yet everything was still again. Not
everything was back to normal, however, as he could feel a slight tingle in the back of his head. The more
he concentrated on it, the more it grew, and it escalated to a full-blown euphoria. The world swayed as
Timmy attempted to gain balance and he collapsed in the same spot as before. As he rolled to the side the
grass felt feathery against his skin, and before long he realised that feathers had grown from his back and formed wings.

Timmy focused hard on his new white limbs and within seconds was soaring higher than any of the birds he had been watching just minutes ago. The cool air hugged the boy as he flew, metres above the highest of trees.
But within the space of five minutes, the feathers on his back began to shrivel and blacken, and Timmy
could no longer find the strength to keep him airborne. He plummeted towards the clearing and landed, eyes
tightly closed, on the grass.

The tingle returned to the back of Timmy's mind but brought no euphoria. This time, it sickened him,
draining his energy as if into the ground below him. With the last of his strength, the boy reached for
the letter given to him by the Demon. It read:

2 Ephermeral wings for 1 Soul.