Dragon

In winter’s mist, the magic swirled, as darkness wrapped around the world. Reflected in water--a dragon’s birth. His scales aglow in red and gold, his eyes burned bright--green and bold. His beauty stirred something deep in my soul. Wings like thunder broke the sky-- he rose in silence, twisting high. A shadow-dance beneath the stars and night. With every beat, the air grew still-- his stare held mine, commanding will. And in that hush, I feared my fate might come too late. Then down he swept through icy air, his cry a call both wild and fair. Would I be caught--or spared? He landed soft on snow below. “I am a friend,” he said, not foe. “Come. There is more to know.” With blazing breath and flapping wings, we soared above forgotten things-- the sky alight, my soul in flight-- I’d never known such joy, such height. Alesia Leach © 9/2014