Poetry
Unconditional Love - written by Maelstorm
Even though dragons mate for life, what is my life now worth without your unconditional love?
This war has taught me that pride and the glorifications of other is not what I desire.
I should have been there when you wanted to glide on the winds to the far side of the solar moon.
I miss all those artic geyser bathes we used to take in the far northlands.
For a thousand leagues I can see grass growing on the distant plains yet, I must have been blind with arrogance to leave you.
I realize that I may be a little too late in saying this; I was a fool to go on this campaign.
Like all fools, I deserve everything i get, if I lose your love?
My comrades may think I am a coward for abandoning this war.
They have offered to heal me with their clerics.
Not knowing that it is not the wound to my body that I desire to be healed.
I am praying to the four winds that if I don't have strength to make it home.
Just get me close enough I want to hear her call my name once more.
I think even the rain itself is punishing me for leaving you.
The raindrops feel like pebbles of stones dancing all over my body.
Even time itself wants to join this game, a trip that normal that hours seems like days.
My strength in my wings seems to be fading faster as the miles go by.
Mortals have a saying that when you are dying your life flashes before your eyes.
With each segment of my life, for each moment that has ever brought me joy.
I see you embracing me with your unconditional love.
We defied our patriarch prejudices and crossed untold boundaries to find this love.
Dragons have a saying only the foolish die young.
As I lay here dying I realize now what a fool I been to ever leave my unconditional love.