A/N: Written for the gx_100 challenge, prompt #094 – In the Air. This is also a bit of a more experimental style of poetry, so it's a little harder to follow, but still manageable and interesting I think. Also, like all the recent poems, for the 100_poems challenge, 6/100 and day 2.
The Shadow of their Wings
Small fairy wings
buzz in the far-off wind of youth
on a white canvas
forever after obscured with colour
Baby dragon
who roared under the hero's mantle
and released a burst
of vibrant colour
from a record on a TV screen
A fortress
of building blocks
housing something precious:
a temple where the Gods
themselves resided
in a dust brown wall
Blossom into large
feathered wings
that glitter on the rainbow
but shine still white
deep below
The egg hatches
and the colours meld
into power –
into black
And the protectors – the Gods –
burst out of their sanctuary
with metallic wings catching
the horizon sun
And the wings crumbled
into the grey dust of the past,
leaving only a mirror
with an inability to reflect
any thing
And the dragon roared
and drowned in shadow
and deceit and lust –
and the eyes shown
hungry and pained and red
And the metal rusted,
became black –
impure,
unable to be held
save with the weight
of a hundred cards
And a golden hero blazed from the ashes
and slew the towering dragon
And a small heart
refusing to yield
despite each strike
until the slayer fell upon its own
And the fire was relit
to raise the phoenix
from past melodious wind
with its wings
white, brushed with colour
And time
had failed to spiral
in a closed circle.