Flight
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read
Five fingers huddle together,
earth and rock made,
valvate, black and charred,
stand the wrath of clouds,
enclose a vertical cave.
Birds of prey fly in circles,
burning the mountain fingers.
Weyrlings float,
spread-eagled,
fighting the clouds,
above the dance of wings and flames.
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