Rhapsody In Blue

In the methane blue of Neptune’s stew I wildly whip my wind lasso- a-hunting for the Dragon of the Cloud! Through icy fleece I stalk the beast, a thousand miles an hour at least, beneath this sapphire atmospheric shroud. I’m born of wind, and thickly skinned- with Neptune’s swirling vortex twinned. I hurry hard and bellow out aloud! To catch him fast and so at last undo his necromancy past, and join again the nation of the proud!