FIRST FLIGHT
by Star Stealer
Shadow flying overhead,
The skies seem somehow darker.
With wings as wide as form is long,
Fear coils in my veins.
I quicken my pace and vainly hope
To outrun the flying shadow.
But I am but one man and it
Is nothing less than Demon.
"Don't be afraid!" cries a voice,
Hard, yet warm and kind.
With angelic grace the demon lands,
So that I may see the truth.
The eyes are gold and filled with light,
Not cold and dark as I;d thought they'd be.
His scales-yes, his!-are metallic green.
The wings are thin, yet supple and strong.
I realize with newfound sight
That this demon is nought but good.
I place my hand upon his hide,
And his power becomes also mine.
"My name is Dracon," the dragon said,
"And this gift belongs to you.
Now come with me, my newborn child,
To learn what man has long forgot."
I climb upon Dracon's back,
Then he spreads his wings to fly.
The ground falls away like a sheet of silk.
The skies become our toy.
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