Jolted flight aloft
where impure crystals shiver
and restrict movement.
where impure crystals shiver
and restrict movement.
Whuf whuf whuf.
The beating of wings is heard only by the him. He is alone as muscles stretch for the best motion. His mind is clear as sparkling eyes search the night sky for others - any others.
But there are no others, only him. No one to see his greatest achievement, for this night he is aiming for the impossible - the moon shall be his. His predicament is not an issue, and maybe it is better. For this fateful flight will be just between him and the shimmering silver sphere.
Decision made to continue his journey, he looks up and his wings follow.
Whuf whuf whuf.
