Ancient Flyers

Ancient Flyers under Perpetual Moons
From where I float at Ravelier
Theres a pack of running
Wolves
And then, amber clouds
and sounds of flapping wings
I look around
Time kept to this flight
And there engraved in my frame
Dragons alongside
The thunderous fog of
choking crystal rain
A mild breeze calls my
Eye
In the storm, my
Old friend
Looking back, the chasers
Disappear
We are one, this time
Distant dogs at their edge
Their pursuit stops as
the skies hide Us
Its time to hunt
Our descent takes
Fast across the approaching
Untame
Leashed on crippled men
Torches of walking sticks led
the kill
Their cries smouldered by
vicious dogs
Ripped flesh
I see nothing in the dark
The claws have picked
their hunters
And rain clears the
Gruesome battlefield
I watched my old friend
Perished
and wolves gather
on their prize
Flyers have struck from behind
The descending kill
stepped twice
in mid-air
And rain also soothes
the fiery breath
My sword gleamed in
A sudden lightning
I can see more
than what I saw
Exhausted,
we fell out of
wretched skies.

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