Feathers

You glide above black rock,
A churning catastrophe below you,
Fire on your shoulders,
Red speckles on your cheeks,
Eyes are blue flame.

Every step,
Earth-shattering,
Even though you seem to float,
Smooth and lean, cutting through,
The barren, rocky landscape.

Your skin wildly different,
The jagged,
Treacherous rock,
Converges on you.

Polished armor,
Reinforced by animalistic power,
Like porcelain feathers
That curve,
So sensually,
Around your elegant frame.

Light streaming around chrome,
Your red hair undulates behind,
A goddess of the sun,
Casting red tendril waves,
Solar flares,
Into infinity,
Licking and scorching,
Every heavenly body,
With your searing touch.

For your reign.