Here I am once again, following demand
upon the back and chasing wind
this time joined by my band
we fly formation toward their end

Silent wings rip the air
golden eyes glow in the dark
in an unblinking stare
and inside an internal spark

The refugees at the beginning of the plain
have built thatched huts, escape the wind
to move them on, we add some pain
eventually to our will they will bend

Dragons breath sets huts alight
as the villagers run in fear
they stumble into the night
as we continue to steer

Our phalanx regroups in the sky
blotting out the stars
another pass we prepare to fly
streaks fire of than can be seen from afar

Dragons and riders fan formation
dressed in armored battle gear
Village guards, abandon stations
and all run and scream in fear

Herd and herd we continue
to move them on for miles
until at last, from tired sinew
we abandon burning piles

Headed for the roost we fly
and into our castle keep
Imagining villages cry
as we climb so steep