Cycles

...She stands up from the ground.  There is the unbelievable pain from her wings.  Frozen, and yet burned.
 
Dutifully, she straightens up...and spreads her wings.  Silver and wide, when brand new, had a gleam about them that had ordinary men avert their eyes.

Truly if Angels or Faeries or any Winged beings could become goddesses, she would be the first. 

Nobody could tell now as she stood erect, tattered and beaten.  But still, with determination hard in her eyes, she stands erect.

Her wings spread wide, she lunges.

Up into the sky she bursts with such speed and might, that whirlwinds are cast below in the dust, creating storms of dirt and wind.

Her eyes remain focused ahead, to the stars...the heavens...the cosmos.  She passes the clouds and outstretches her arms, embracing the wind around her.

The heavens begin to glow with such light that she cannot contain the smile, her lips break free from their loving grasp of each other and release an ivory smile that has longed to escape.

She spreads her fingers wide, like a small child seeing a beautiful toy for the first time, she wants a touch...and reaches forwards towards the heavens.

The Ice begins to form the edges of her wings and begins to burn.  Her Ivory smile becomes a determined snarl as she pushes forward with more effort, tears streaming down her face and freezing on her chin.

She reaches the edge of the boundary, only breached by technology and machines created by men.  She thrusts forward and begins to burn. 

Her entire body arcs back as the flames engulf her and destroy her wings, and while almost heavenward, she falls back towards the Earth. 

Her fall came quickly, the impact, devastating.  She lay weeping as her body healed.
She stands up from the ground.  There is the unbelievable pain from her wings.  Frozen, and yet burned.

Dutifully, she straightens up...and spreads her wings.  Silver and wide, when brand new, had a gleam about them that had ordinary men avert their eyes.

Truly if Angels or Faeries or any Winged beings could become goddesses, she would be the first.
 
Nobody could tell now as she stood erect, tattered and beaten.  But still, with determination hard in her eyes, she stands erect.

Her wings spread wide, she lunges......