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My wings were cut, torn and cast away.
Left for dead was I, wounded by the fray.
My only sin, to be a lone Drake.
I had no kin to call my own, to watch my back as I flew.
If only I had known the trials, if I only knew.

If only I had given in, to my stubborn ideals.
I would not be there then, bleeding as my wounds did heal.
A Dragon without its brethren is no more than a wounded bird.
Words I cared not to believe, tales I thought were absurd.

Shackled to the post of death, waiting for my soul to be laid to rest.
I gazed up to the sunlit sky and noticed something shine bright.
Almost as if it was an angel, to cast away the long night.
In truth it was not an angel, but more of a second chance.
Another of my kind had heard my cries, not giving my situation a second glance.
Stripped down from those shackles, I dropped limp out of the sky.
The other of my kind darted down, fire of passion burning within those eyes.

“Fear not brother, I shall free you and carry you home.” Were the words spoken.
“You were lost and now rescued. Let us heal that which is broken.”

So for days I flew with this fellow Dragon, resting along its back.
Thinking about my days alone, and why I never turned back.
I was foolish; thinking all I needed was my inner and outer strength.
As cliché as it sounds now, others were needed to end the strife.

That Dragon which called me brother, turned out to be a sister.
She took me to her kin, which accepted me under their wings.
I fly now with them as family, taking on together, whatever this world brings.

We are Dragons, ruler of the skies.  Hear our cries out to this world,

And know we watch down from above.  

We live together within our kin, and shall never be apart.  

Unity is our power, and it is never ending.  

Together we fly as one wing in the sky, a bond unbroken.