Soaring high above the clouds
Your wings flying like shrouds
Never to land on the earth
Never wondering the worth
You use your wings to your advantage
And I never doubt that you can manage
The sky has always been your playground
And you were crowned
it’s playful child

Your feathers linger
Like wild fingers
Brushing gently along my shoulder
And I stand here resting on land
But death swoops along like a big hand
And falling through the sky
I can almost hear you whisper good-bye
Landing crumpled on the dirt
so I wrap you in my shirt
to carry you back to the sky
in the hopes that you will be able to fly
once again

I cry silently
sitting underneath a moonlit sky
cascading down my bright cheeks
like a waterfall at midnight

Flying high above the clouds
Just to set out your shroud
Trapped inside with nowhere to go
But suddenly, the plane has gone slow

Skyrocketing to the earth
You wonder if it’s worth
It to die and to never be found

Watching you fly in the air
Plummeting to the ground and you want to help
But you have to stay strapped to your chair
You can hear a dog yelp
From off in the distance
You know there is no more resistance

You know that it is over so you give up the fight
You don’t want to die like a knight
So I decided to write
This poem about your flight
the flight that changed your life
and mine
but not for the better.

Do you cower at the sight
of its slender figure
slowly slithering closer
across the cracked fall leaves?

they crunch under the weight
of your black and green scales
winding your way
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Like a thread
flowing along in the dust
your bright red eyes
pierce my soul like a dagger
and when I fall to the ground
you slide up my chest
until we are face to face

I look you in the eyes
never wavering
never blinking
unmoving
your tongue flickering
mocking me

But I can't take it
My eyes twitch
almost unnoticeable
and the fire in your eyes
seems to get bigger
more powerful

The horns on your head
glowing red
like the devil inside me
And your eyes turn blue
crystal
like the crashing waves
outlining the setting sun
behind it
But my heart has frozen
your eyes cold as ice
pierce my soul like a knife
but I am already dead
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