Wyvern's Keep

December 9, 2010
Blue spectrum of scales,
flashing across
my view

Tiny hands
on frosted glass,
“Where are you?”

Rushing out,
feet freezing,
breath showing,

Embrace your snout
as you descend,
emerald eyes glowing.

Mommy and Daddy
in my home

Flying with you,
I’m never

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