temtation

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.