Written for: Sunday Muse #261

Through my bare feet I absorb all the pain, and desperation of people who dwell in this city of change. One whip of my wings can smite evil doings miles away. Do not look for me; I am invisible in my travels. If you should see a flash of lavender, know that I am protecting you. If you feel the beat of my wings, know that your planned diabolism is thwarted. http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/