Dragon Thoughts

As I glide through the sapphire skies,
The wind racing over my wings
And calling to my blood to join the storm,
I think of all the joys of being myself,
A dragon spearing the sky with her light.
And I laugh, as I think of the mere mortals
Who pretend to be the wisest life.
Never have they seen past the mirror,
In which, they fancy, they are shown their greatness.
In truth, it is but a false image,
Hiding from their eyes reality.
They look to see the truth, but are blinded
By the brightness of their own reflection.
Never have the dragons been this way--
We know our mortality as we ride the storm,
Calling on the lightning in deadly challenge.
We know our pettiness when we see
The light of Truth and Nobility before us.
We know that our light shall not be eternal;
And knowing this, we ride the storm away.