#PicturePoetryPrompt

Her raven black hair swirled in the wind

wild like her own self.

It called to her

'Soar... Soar... Soar'

She answered the call

her hair changing

to feathery wings

Dark and shimmery.

Her raven form sprang forward

Off the Earth's heavy dirt

And sped towards the clouds

Covered in night's glitter.