Fear is
frozen wings in flight
bound by flying vines
as the earth stretches her green skin
to engulf me
Fear is
the hollow in my tail
where lightning once blazed
and guided my path
through the skies
Fear is
green eyes
on a skinny Viking boy
wielding an iron flint
to take my life
Fear is
knowing death will come
not in battle
nor in glory
nor in fire
but imprisoned on the earth
Fear is
reflected in his eyes
where I thought the fire
of hate would blaze
and I do not understand
Fear is
breaking with the bonds
he cuts with his deadly flint
and I don not understand
but I am free
Fear is
what I am
roaring in his face
lightning and power and death
but
Fear is
not all I am
I am just and fair
and for a life spared
a life I can spare as well
Fear is
a feeling I used to know
but no more
with the small Viking beside me
we fly where it cannot reach us
Fear is
a memory
and now I smile the way he does
and he smiles in mirror
and I forget
