Skysoul

She stands at the bow

And climbs the sprit.

With confidence and feet light as air,

Balancing on it's end.

With Terre below

And Ciel surrounding,

She had lost fear.

Wings beside,

Anything was possible!

With the troubles at her back,

The world forward,

She was free.

Reviews

[wordman]

and the theme is,she lost her fear!
creative write

[Bacchus]

makes me feel like she is going to take off and fly...
or it is her final jump. hmmmm, crap i'm just thinking again here. thanks a lot! :)

[The Poet of Black Wings]

It's what i do.

[Bacchus]

you're pleasantly annoying

[The Poet of Black Wings]

why, Thank you.