Her wings are her passion.
Her passion is her magic,
Her magic is her wings.
Her wings spread from her body spanning from heaven to hell.
They envelope all the levels of mankind creating emotion and tragedy.
Wrapping slowly enveloping me they smother fear and pain.
Making comedies out of the great tragedies penned by the masters of yesteryear.
Shakespeare’s muse, Poe’s raven, Doyle’s detective all span from her magic.
And her magic spawned me created me enveloped me developed me and carry me to where ever I may end.
Be it heaven or hell.