The very skies that once turned red with the span of her mighty wings now stood empty. The watchful eyes of the cursed city had left no tracks of her. Have you seen a dragon, I asked, and no one answered. Even the mightiest must fall, she told me, and it was time for her to go. They were tall and so was I, they were unmoved and so was I, but they were silent and so was I. And I saw the mountains piercing through the face of the second world and then I watched as they knelt. I swirled through the skies and then touched the water, she told me, I whispered to the winds and then kissed life into them. Gliding over the endless horizons, her heart had found a friend in them. She was from the oceans, she told me, and she was from where the winds knew no boarders. A dragon in the midst of greater city was a sight to fathom. The first time I saw her, I was taken aback. Like the first day and the last, she was impossible to repeat. She was the drop of good within evil - a glance that could make the devil repent. She was the measure of time the world set its clocks to and the lines of old the world revolved around. She had been a giant in one lifetime and a storm in another. She knew all the stars that had ever been and could name all the legends of the past. They had oceans over oceans crumbling within them and yet as I kissed them, I forgot the taste of water. Her eyes were brown and I saw the sun in them and yet as I watched, my writing disappeared in their reflection. Such was the magnificence of her glide that it echoed floods of blood and roses to the ends of the world and yet as I stood at the edge, brought forward the length of my arm, I felt her touch. Her wings were red and shaped like arrows spreading as far as eyes could see. And long have I told and longer still I have to tell the story of the day I saw a dragon. Long have I seen and longer still I have to see the rise and fall of men and beasts. Long have I searched and longer still I have to search for something greater than the passing of the time. Long have I traveled and longer still I have to go before I’m awaken by the thunder of the last day. If the heaven had a memory, it would collapse into itself describing the eyes it once held. ![]() The skies turned bloody and the sun never rose. ![]() The world within and the world without, the storms of heaven fell one day.
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