Noon sun bright, my WINGS would glow.
Unto mounts, upon blue sea,
Carried them I, proud and glee.
Merry stirred my flight all day,
Living and dead alike, found me gay.
Blood-red blade, bow and arrow,
Riding a Dragon, came sorrow.
One spew fire, other harpooned spear,
that burnt my rear, and heart bled with fear.
Swift wing, quick wit, bourne by haste,
bound towards the clouds, where lay my fathers great.
Whirling, dodging, yelping and yelling,
they found my calling, and poured down hurling.
Slit! Rip! Scratch! Slash!
Valor and courage, stunned the rider and wormling,
and cowering they flew, like the wind of the MORNING.
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