21 November 2013

A friend I don't talk to too much, but i gave him a part.
He is a light dragon. not a fire one. and he has been reborn from a new egg.

Dust still remaining built from the volcanic ash that fell years ago,
The light traveling East passes making it blow,
Hovering down into the fields where the grass has frozen long,
A high pitched sound erupts then fades like a perfect song,
The light itself fades and hides under a white dragons scales,
His wings fold down and roll the same like a ship sails,
Opening his eyes as a piecing light streams from inside,
Shivering from the cold which now builds ice on his hide,
His paw breaks the grass strands that are frozen stiff,
Leaping to a rock and looking to a place over the cliff,
Seeing huts in the distance with light of fires indoors,
Moving closer before his feet begin to develop sores.