Musings of an Airborne Dragon

By Commentaholic

A/N: I thought that I'd put out a little one-shot before I returned to the Oblivion genre. This is a little piece I thought up today. It's in Saphira's perspective.

By no means does this implicate that Saphira is any sort of poet. This is merely what I imagine she would think or how she would feel, only turned into a poetic verse. I do not claim to be a master poet, nor do I claim that it will elicit any sort of emotional response.

It was merely something that I wrote when I was walking home because I couldn't remember where my other stories had left off.

Inheritance Cycle is owned by Christopher Paolini, not me.

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High above a snow-white cloud

Above the world, I roar aloud.

The joy of life fills my mind,

While death and treachery destroyed my kind.

My tail shifts, I bank through the air,

The sun shines bright, the weather is fair.

A mind far below calls to mine.

The voice is of my friend,

The one destined to bring the tyrant's reign to an end.

The tyrant who fought, lied, and betrayed,

Would meet his death upon my rider's blade.

The battle draws near, the trumpets sound,

The armies stand apart, separated by barren ground.

My rider stands alone.

I start to glide towards my other part,

The friend of my soul, the friend of my heart.

He will not stand alone against this foe,

Against this army of dread and woe.

We fight as one, we fight till death,

We'll fight together 'til our last breath.

A black shape appears upon the horizon.

The black tyrant comes, a rebellion to crush,

Freedom to end, and cries of justice to hush.

The Varden prepares, swords are drawn,

Shields held ready, armor put on.

The dark rider draws near, black sword in hand,

A veil of shadow passes over the land.

My rider stands unshaken.

I land by my rider with a ground-shaking thud,

I roar for justice, for honor, for blood.

My rider's sapphire blade crackles with flame,

To win or to die, that is why we came.

An evil to end, a traitor to slay,

This is why we stand here today.

The black king approaches.

A/N: Well, that's it. I can't really go any farther until the next book comes out. At least, not without totally assuming what will happen in the fourth book. Even then, I'm making quite a few assumptions. I hope that you guys liked it.

I'm not sure what inspired me to use the poetic pattern that I used.

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