On Scaled Wings
On scaled wings they fly,
through the midnight sky.
Eyes of passion, hearts of gold,
what kind of a future doth a dragon
hold? A life of fear that a knight
might come and slay? Oh would that be
their final day?
On scaled wings they fly,
through the midnight sky,
wings swift and strong gluiding
all night long, filling the air
with their song. A sudden burst through
the chest, taken to its final watery rest.
On scaled wings they fly with heads held
high, for they refuse to let their honor die,
On scaled wings they fly.
Copyright © Amber Wheaton | Year Posted 2005
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