A ring of fire hangs above her head
The halo crafted by Elysium's fire nymphs
It shines as if powered by a thousand suns
Cosmically combined...their brightness put into one.
Her wings run along the contours of her spine
Emerging from the centre and withdrawn to her sides
The feathers so pure and white
Until this angel flexes them and takes flight..
Upon heaven's amethyst skies
This angel of fire soars on high
Her golden feathers can be seen from a distance
She flies high..making known of her existence.
An aura made out of starlight surrounds her soul
And trickles down to her scarred feet
Her dress woven with the finest dust of light fairies
And finished with the sparkle of the sea..
Her power she holds in her hand
A power too complex to understand
Bound and fixed upon the bark of the oaken
Contained in a circular crystal..a talent only she can awaken..
Charred on paper
Made out of fire
To obtain more light in her crystal
Feeds her growing desire.
