The crusty age-ed man,
Wobbles on the precipice,
Trembling, shaking, catatonic,
Contemplating life,

Before him, beating the air,
Amidst the swirling snow,
Flies his beast,
Watching him carefully,

Suddenly plummeting,
Hurtling toward earth,
As the ground races up,
He widens his eyes,

His heart rate slows,
He relaxes and concentrates,
Probing for a consciousness,
He feels it coming,

Behind him is the roar,
The blue flames surround him,
And the beast appears beside,
catches him on its neck,

Feet above the spines,
It beats it's massive wings,
And pulls out of the dive,
Beast and rider gliding along,

Skimming along the water,
Mist ****** up,
Into the evening air,
Perfecting the scenery,