Life of a Winged Guardian
Author - Oerath Windsoul
Written on - Friday 25th May 2012 (04:56pm)
This is, well, something quite extraordinary. I was merely writing about dragons, but I guess I expanded it a bit. A poetic tale to tell at bonfire. 
He was staring at the darkening evening clouds
While reading a book, telling about an ancient warrior
And then he saw a swarm of fireflies
Flying freely above in the sky
It was an amazing sight to behold
And so he whispered to them, asking them to come down
And just like the wind speaks to the trees
They heard his voice, and decided to trust him
And so he stepped forth, being surrounded by their glowing light
He casted a mysterious spell, with a power to dispel the effects of night
And as the sky became crystal clear, and as all of that darkness and mist just disappeared
He saw it as his only choice, and so he decided to use his true form and abandon his disguise
And even the moon watched with wide and open eyes
As he transformed into a being of magic and light
Now wearing an armor of mythical runes and power untold
There he stood, no man nor a beast, but something so much more
And as he spread his scaly wings, sending forth a powerful gust of wind
He cried a single roar, and it traveled across every land and every ocean
Then he asked those fireflies to accompany him during his flight
And so they all flew away from the reaching hands of the twilight
And even his only book fell from his grasp
But fortunately, he had read every page of it, save the last
So he felt no grief, as he kept thinking about it's story as a whole
It was a magnificent tale, but then again, dark endings are better left alone
Since that book told about the old world and about his days of youth
And as he kept flying across the midnight sky, even the sky started to cry
With help of those fireflies, he was able to transform into his true form
He's a dragon, last of his kind, a sacred creature, blessed with the gifts of immortality and life
Wherever he goes, the daylight follows, but so do the chasing shadows
He has so much lore and history to protect
But no time to rest or ease his breath
Mortals will hunt him 'till the ends of the world
In their eyes, he's nothing, but a vile creature with an ability
To inflict chaos and wreak havoc..
And such is the life of a winged guardian
Such is the fate of first creation of the gods
Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen
