In the waking hours of dawn a creature stirs,
A creature who has seen the rise and fall of centuries
And one who is the embodiment of power,
Looks at the world with sadness for
There are no more secrets to discover, only emptiness.
The only comforts to be found in the world left
Were the flights that would range far from her lair.
Stretching away weariness, unfolding wings with
The grace of the sun cresting the skies.
Wind sings over and around her wings with abandonment,
Caressing over time-hardened scales glistening in the
Morning light, radiant gold was her heart and body.
Feeling peace, feeling life worth living gazes longingly at
The horizon wondering what adventure might be just a worlds
Turn away speeds off not to return, seeking out mysteries.
I watched her fade into the golden sun, what mysteries indeed?