His eyes crackled, bursting with flame

His wings were fiery too,

lighting the earth.

Then,

plummeting, scorched feathers paving a trail of light,

against the muted colors of dawn.

He stilled,

falling ashes dusted

his shallow breaths.

Silence devoured his mind,

the cacophony of voices absent.

A thin wire of betrayal pulled him straight, and

snap!

his fire

turned

to

ice.

The Morningstar of the soft velvet sky,

flickered

and died.