She is a Happy Person.

Flying at Night

I soar the night sky,
I fly.

I adore the twinkling stars,
their light.

I stretch my arms into darkness,
I glide.

The serene onyx atmosphere,
of night.

Im free, liberated, alone
Im finally me tonight.

Never has the dancing moon light,
Make me feel alive.

Never has it burned my skin, kissed my soul, and parted.
With a good bye.

Never has it tingled my conscience,
like this time.

A distant voice whispers my name,
I smile.

It time for me to bid farewell,
to the night.

But I hear a far off bang, then a sudden woosh.
A strike.

Followed by more colossal booms,
making the raven darkness alight.

The bouquets of fire, beautiful, but are angels of demise.

I avoid the aims and dodge the blows,
I try.

But wings become weak, the gentle gossamer,
are tired.

I look up one last time, a blast of inferno to my way.
The lazer that pierces the sky.

I fall into the darkness of the night, I do not soar the night sky anymore.
I die.