Weathered Wings

Weathered Wings
Form: Hir a Thoddaid

Don’t want to start once upon a time
Despite it being easy to rhyme
Because truth is hidden in our clime
That truth I believe to be prime
Is that dragons still fly above our heads
With sacred love in purity’s chime
The dragons then are no fairy tale
Although they may seem distant and pale
For sunlight deflects on every scale
For theirs is a mission that can’t fail
For while the dragon still flies, we are free
Through the skies his weathered wings must sail


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