The Coming

Locked in a body I dream of freedom
When darkness falls I wish to see them
The creatures and beings I once knew
As on the wings of wing we flew
No one quite remembers us
Except descendants of those of who with us rushed
And when the time is right
We rally and out will come out might
To live once again in the light
Where wizards, mages, and kings look out
And greet us, their old friends, with the magic and loyalty of the ages.