spreading these wings
taking off in a whirl of blue
we soar up in flight
reaching for the stars
where our wishes might come true
but are mere wishes ever enough?
empty dreams and hopes aren't enough
it's time to unfurl your wings
time to try and grasp the stars once more
search for new horizons and take flight
against that unyielding strip of blue
maybe the legends really are true
so the legend is true
and no matter how much we search, the answers aren't enough
maybe it's time to shed these wings
stop trying to catch stars
stop trying to take flight
just disappear below that great blue
my vision filled with blue
"if you make a wish it might come true."
drawing these lines in the sand might fool us into thinking it's enough
observe these battered, broken wings
put away my dreams, stop trying to chase after stars
stop thinking that because I can lift my feet off the ground it means I can take flight
so here I wait, just counting stars
still yearning for that feeling of flight
but knowing I'll never make it past the horizon towards that great blue
and maybe just maybe the legend isn't true
I'm tired of waiting around here below, I've had enough
once more it's time to spread these repairing wings
spread your wings and reach for the stars
towards the deep blue I'll take flight
it's time to prove the legends aren't true— in the end I know that it'll never be enough
a/n: so I recently learned about a poem type called a sestina, and because imperishable night's 'voyage 1969' was still ringing in my ears (I love you eirin but I hate your spellcards) and because I was feeling nostalgic towards my favorite dragon books, I decided to type this up just in time for the holidays. it's a reminder about how no matter how many times eragon falls down, he'll get back up and try again and come back stronger.
(stupid ffn formatting system. why won't you let me use line breaks for my poem?! )
thank you for taking the time to read this. feedback is definitely appreciated.
