flying above the wild gently caressing the wind. a blur of
colors stream by almost as if bait upon the eyes. 
aromas arise from the earth to meet the depths of curiosity
and vibrations of sound echoes only to draw nearer those
which know not the     sounds of torment and suffering. 
as if whispering
"come closer you who can feel my beauty".
but that witch seemed so alluring was the one thing
that could strip the wings of freedom
and once grounded only to find each step was one foot closer
to being allayed beneath all the wicked earths kingdoms.