She stretched her wings one summer's day and flew alone.
All cares forgotten; all pains subsided she soared above the void.
She kept her eyes fixed firmly on heaven and severed the cord that had bound her to the dark earth.
Her hair streamed behind her and she screamed in ecstasy.
Her wings beating up a furious tempest she climbed to the deep purple heights where her lungs strained for air.
She poised there for several wild beats of her heart before slipping sideways and falling, falling, falling.
The hunter grinned to see her fall.
The singer sang a song to call.
The poet scowled to witness flight.
And so began the year-long night.




What the hell is this? Damned if I know...