Soaring between mountains,
Upon wings long thought dead.
As one we scream our defiance and delight,
To the world spinning about us.
This, our first flight is marked upon each cloud,
As we surge past protective gates and pinwheeling lookouts.
No more will we obey the laws of man,
Not that of gravity that has so kept us bound.
Gouts of flame peel back all who would keep us,
As we speed onward to towering green heights.
Now is our time, this is our age,
Let us avenge upon those who so thought we were extinct.
For we are one, beast and burden,
Human and dragon.
-M.E. InkOwl
The Ink Owl 