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claws gripped into the dirt and scratched rock grooves,
as he stands on the peak of the mountain on stable hooves,
wings spreading out to stretch as he cannot use them to fly,
holding his arms out wide to reach into the top of the sky,
sweating beads of dropping flames from his skin,
after such a climb to this height and patience wearing thin,
a gust of wind blows hard causing him to lose balance in his stand,
falling from the mountain top to the bottom crashing on the land,
a broken back with broken wings and no way to move from here,
the top of the peak with a cut in the sky slowly it begins to disappear,
healing his back and ignoring his wings with stretches of his spine,
reaching up and starting his climb watching it in a straight line,
again claws gripped in with more urgency in his drive,
cutting the sky and again the wind blows forcing him into a dive,
this time his wings unhealed cause him to fall fast,
hitting the ground harder causing his death as he did not learn from the last.