She loved sunlight,
and open fields,
like dandelion fluff,
beneath endless blue skies.
She was moonlight on a grey goose’s wing,
and a slumbering seed’s dream of spring.
She was in the heartbeat of wild things
and in the eyes of caged things
and in the light beyond an unlocked door.
She was Liberty;
and she is no more.
A quick colour of an old sketch. She's a character i made for a webcomic wheresmyway and i had planned to do together; she's meant to be a personification of the concept of Liberty. More retina-burning colours; you can tell i'm tired today 8D;