kilometers up
no obstacle exists excep the frost
and your own endurance
the dragon lances up and down in the velvet of the night
the steadfast swooshing of her wings is the dull rythme at which she sets her pace.
she gazes down
and sees a lake
and with a roar of freedom
plunges herself into its icy depth
snapping at fish she returns to the surface
wings snapping out and catching the gale
the dragon laughs
lips curling and smoke rolling from her nostrils
as she returns to the chocolate night sky
this is what it means to be free...
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