She looked upon the burning wings. Her knees buckled underneath her, sending her softly into the snow. How the flames flickered and fluttered off the tips of the feathers. "He's gone," she whispered; her pale pink fingertips smoothing out the wrinkles and smothering the flames.
I once could do magic but, that was long ago. When people still believed and didn't have to know. I see that one day magic will return if only we believe and let worldly things go. - A.W This picture inspired me to write this :D