skin so pale, feather-soft.
irridescent hair to her waist.
wings sprouting from her back,
fragile as spider-web.  shining 
slick beauty.

she is strong and weak and 
beautiful and pain and death.

flying in the middle of the night
enchanting the world with 
magic smoke and dust and love
and peace.

have you ever wished so hard for 
something to be real and that forever
wouldn't seem so long and pain 
wouldn't be so present and you 
knew what came next and the 
bottom wouldn't always drop 
out.