Alone
by
T'Layna MacMathain
Another night comes to a close
Dawn is only a few minutes away
Her heavy heart anxiously looking forward
To a respite from her situation for another day.
Dreaming of the moonlight on her back
Sharing the misted night skies once again
With dragons, Wyverns and of her own kind
Visions of watching the young frolic happily below
Under the watchful gaze of the adults circling above
Like in the ancient past, she protects those she cares for
With a drive that is far more instinct than tradition
Ever vigilant for a city full of people that cares not
Her heart heavy with the hellish life she must lead
Protecting a people that do not want her.
She envies the people below
As they scurry about like ants
Living their lives among their own kind
Ne'er more than a few meters to another
While she will endure eternal loneliness
Her clan, friends and family lost forever
Trapped in the obscure gray mists of time
Forever lost are her rookery brothers and sisters
The clan elders and those whom she called friend
Most of all, her companion in war, love and in life itself.
She does not hate those below
She cannot as much as she wants to
For there is still good among their kind who need her
Despite the fact they have killed most of her kind in the past
She cannot bring herself to oppress her oppressors
Much less exact vengeance for the sins of the past
The people below consider themselves humane
Yet they oppress and kill their own kind
Like some savage, evil predator loose
Devouring their own kind, ever thirsting for
Wealth, power and privilege
All paid with the currency of the innocent's blood.
She loves them despite their sins
She has no real choice in the matter
"Is it a blessing or curse?" she often asks
And never receiving an answer
She will live her life as her kind always has
Another tear runs down her cheek
A wayward breeze blows, the chill biting her exposed back
Her tortured mind aflame with the pain of loss
Her mind wearily screaming but a single question
Why must I care for these people when so many care not?
The cornice atop which she is perched is cold
She knows the dawn will arrive soon, and so will rest
More dreams of a life lost to her, yet she hopes still
That today she will wake up alone no more
To once again share the sky with her kind.
T'Layna MacMathain
Copyright (c) 2000
All Rights Reserved
by
T'Layna MacMathain
Another night comes to a close
Dawn is only a few minutes away
Her heavy heart anxiously looking forward
To a respite from her situation for another day.
Dreaming of the moonlight on her back
Sharing the misted night skies once again
With dragons, Wyverns and of her own kind
Visions of watching the young frolic happily below
Under the watchful gaze of the adults circling above
Like in the ancient past, she protects those she cares for
With a drive that is far more instinct than tradition
Ever vigilant for a city full of people that cares not
Her heart heavy with the hellish life she must lead
Protecting a people that do not want her.
She envies the people below
As they scurry about like ants
Living their lives among their own kind
Ne'er more than a few meters to another
While she will endure eternal loneliness
Her clan, friends and family lost forever
Trapped in the obscure gray mists of time
Forever lost are her rookery brothers and sisters
The clan elders and those whom she called friend
Most of all, her companion in war, love and in life itself.
She does not hate those below
She cannot as much as she wants to
For there is still good among their kind who need her
Despite the fact they have killed most of her kind in the past
She cannot bring herself to oppress her oppressors
Much less exact vengeance for the sins of the past
The people below consider themselves humane
Yet they oppress and kill their own kind
Like some savage, evil predator loose
Devouring their own kind, ever thirsting for
Wealth, power and privilege
All paid with the currency of the innocent's blood.
She loves them despite their sins
She has no real choice in the matter
"Is it a blessing or curse?" she often asks
And never receiving an answer
She will live her life as her kind always has
Another tear runs down her cheek
A wayward breeze blows, the chill biting her exposed back
Her tortured mind aflame with the pain of loss
Her mind wearily screaming but a single question
Why must I care for these people when so many care not?
The cornice atop which she is perched is cold
She knows the dawn will arrive soon, and so will rest
More dreams of a life lost to her, yet she hopes still
That today she will wake up alone no more
To once again share the sky with her kind.
T'Layna MacMathain
Copyright (c) 2000
All Rights Reserved