I cleaved the heavens on wings of fire,
weightless as the wind's breath beneath my flight.
Once I deemed myself but a bird,
swift and free in the endless sky—
yet deep within, the wyrm stirred,
a dragon cloaked in shadow and flame.
Feared by all, yet none knew why—
not I, nor those who cast their stones and spears.
Long years I sought the meaning hidden in their fear,
and found instead a mirror dark and cold.
I came to loathe my own breath,
as they loathed the shadow I cast upon the earth.
Yet from the ashes of that ancient hate
rose a flame forgotten—love,
the love I once held and lost beneath the stars.
In that lost love, I found a threshold—
a silent cave carved by loneliness' hand.
Defeated by the endless tide of life,
I lay beneath the stone,
waiting for the knight's sword,
its final blow to rend my spirit asunder.
But still the sword lingers,
and still I wait—
forever bound to this waiting,
forever bound to this night.
weightless as the wind's breath beneath my flight.
Once I deemed myself but a bird,
swift and free in the endless sky—
yet deep within, the wyrm stirred,
a dragon cloaked in shadow and flame.
Feared by all, yet none knew why—
not I, nor those who cast their stones and spears.
Long years I sought the meaning hidden in their fear,
and found instead a mirror dark and cold.
I came to loathe my own breath,
as they loathed the shadow I cast upon the earth.
Yet from the ashes of that ancient hate
rose a flame forgotten—love,
the love I once held and lost beneath the stars.
In that lost love, I found a threshold—
a silent cave carved by loneliness' hand.
Defeated by the endless tide of life,
I lay beneath the stone,
waiting for the knight's sword,
its final blow to rend my spirit asunder.
But still the sword lingers,
and still I wait—
forever bound to this waiting,
forever bound to this night.
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