Illusions

Under the cover of darkness

Though high among the clouds,

The wings beat incessantly.

Turbulent rivers of Air created,

Their older course altered-

Steering Him to his destination

Steering Him onward on his journey.

The flight has begun.

Day breaks again
Day without light,

Leviathan flies on, oblivious.

The only way he knows.

The air fills up in him

He exhales - filth

The accursed mighty.

The wings begin to tire.

A giant expanse of hide

Stretched over a fossil.

The talons a cruel present,

Designed to horrify the eye

In majesty and repugnance:

His body, just a shell, to one.

The treasure he seeks eludes the best

The treasure that cannot be reached

The treasure eternal

The treasure he shall be denied

This day.

In darkness he continues,

Till such time he sees the light.

Destined to wander, destined to roam

It is the way of the Dragonkind:

Light is but an illusion.

The wings beat incessantly..