651 Weakened [02 November 2004]

Among the mists of time,
do I stand,
alone,
as I have always been.
Blue slit eyes
look to the sky,
searching,
hoping for one to come,
to save me from an eternity
that is my punishment.
Silver I used to be,
sleek and powerful,
I flew the skies,
strong and wild,
my bellows reaching
the mountains below,
but I am gone now.
This dragon fell to her death,
losing all hope that a mate,
beautiful and strong,
would save me from loneliness,
but alas,
my wings have swept the skies
to no avail.
No mate to be found,
no companion to stay at my side.
Gray have I become,
long may I live still,
but my heart no longer does.
Alone, tired, losing the battle,
I yell my cry to the heavens,
again wishing to find the mate
I forever have sought.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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