Dragons Ride The Wind
To ride the chaos-winds... The chaos-winds come, and I embrace them, leaping into the winds, with a crack, my wings catch the air, and I fly... Into reality, and chaos... where time and space meet, and are seized by the hands of death. Defying those hands, I fly onwards, into the face of burning nightmares, Dancing the dance of death in life, soaring, leaping into eternity, looking in the face of death, and laughing. screaming defiance at the tearing winds. looking at its warping power, and remaining whole. My wings crackle with the power of the winds, St. Elmo's fire along their length, blinding in the total dark, lighting the way to nothingness. I soar, I leap, I tempt the winds, dancing on the way... singing the songs of starlight at the darkness. Though I a speck in a wind of chaos, am infinitesimal in power... I fly on, defying that unstoppable force, looping in the winds, catching them, taming them. harnessing them to my will, their power becomes mine... burning in my soul with the force of all that is and all that may yet be. Though I, no master, weave the tapestries of the winds, I see their harmonies, as a song of light. and, smoothing that tapestry, untangling those threads, dispel the death and darkness. My scales swish through the sudden rain, ping under the strikes of a thousand hailstones, the chaos-winds doing their best to thwart me. My wings spread wide, I, the white dragon, call to the stars... and fly onwards, forever, to eternity.
