Dragon Wings

Plight on my wings.
I'm sinking into the ground.
The end of this dragon is a pitiful sound.

I was a sight for bored eyes to see me flying through the sky.

Heavy and clumsy with clubbed wings, mother sighed.

“His ambitions too high, to space and everything else.
However, to do the endeavor he has to escape his self.”

Spurts of lame fire would pour from my mouth.
Even with gravity, they failed to fall south.

Why were they better than me cried last of my will.
I thought the fire inside had finally mastered the quill.
To own something as my own, to fly swiftest or straightest,
was always the thing on my mind while I weaned and faded.

But still I flew proud, though slow, but strong.
Until she came and shot me down.

by Verasailles
posted on 07/03/2008