Tale of Flight

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By: Ruishimo Posted on: March 15, 2009


"Try again," was my dad's reply

as I fell feebly from the sky.


So try I did, for hours on end,

but I failed again, to ascend.


I beat my wings with all my might,

but reach the clouds? I couldn't quite.


My wings were weak and very tired

and I could not do what I desired!


Did I have a flimsy physique?

Or was there some special technique?


Frustration burned inside of me;

I screamed and wailed like a banshee.


With one angry beat of my wings

I felt bliss, and all that it brings.


Wind whipped and lashed at my cheeks

as I passed snowy Vashnar peaks.


Moisture gathered around my face

as my wings kept a steady pace.


I flew east and over Shallam,

the city seemed serene and calm.


I flew down and gently landed,

it all felt so surreal and candid.


Where am I? I raised my head,

I found myself within my bed.


I'm still just a Horkval, it seems.

Silly me and my crazy dreams...


Maybe someday I'll be an Atavian.