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From shadows he flies on dragons wings
searching, the world for his mate
With every glance his heart dies more
Is he the last? Is this his fate?
To die and never to have loved
never to touch or be embraced
To continue he has tried
for he is the last of his race
Atop a mountain he has flown
and one last look he takes
But there is nothing, no one, there
even emptiness has gone
Lifting his wings to the sky
a loud moaning roar he makes
His heart crying out in sadness
not a single route to take
Now he knows that he has failed
in this lonely world of pain
Ending all would be too sweet
as there is nothing more to gain
Lowly dragon once so proud
has fallen so far from grace
If only someone knew his heart
or the pain upon his face
Then in the night comes a rustle
the flapping of distant wings
Yet, at first he does not hear it
he is thinking of other things
She was searching the world over
so hard looking for her mate
He cannot believe it's happening
could this truly be his fate?
She flaps her wings on the mountain
his cries of pain she has heard
And she smiles at him so sweetly
there is no need to say a word
He enfolds her in his wings
giving her a warm embrace
He listens to his heart sing
the survival of their race
 Aira-Sinco · Mon Jul 23, 2007 @ 04:15am · 2 Comments |
