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re: Something
by Everlightly on 9-9-2011 8:10
mines not quite a riddle, but still a good read.
I see the raven, high in the the sky,
And say to myself, “Boy I wish I could fly”.
But I’ve stubby short arms, and I’m reasonably round.
To be fair, I could probably lose a few pounds.
Try as I might, I can’t take to the air.
Maybe I have to develop some flair.
So I climbed a rock that I saw nearby.
I’m not meant to fly, but damn I will try!
I jumped from the rock with all my might,
And found that I couldn’t fly from that height.
So, I climbed the highest hill I could find.
My resolve was set and clear was my mind.
I had crafted a chute of linen and rope.
My head was spinning, I could hardly cope.
I fell from the mountain, soaring the sky.
I was sharing the clouds with those who could fly!
I soon heard a sound that I didn’t love.
My parachute failed me, linen ripping above!
Suddenly I flew incredibly fast,
Downwards; this wasn’t going to last!
I hit the dirt with a mighty thud,
I was hurt, my mouth oozing with blood.
I laid there broken, helpless, alone.
My life was leaving me, and was nearly gone.
I was saved by a beautiful woman in white.
She healed me after my unfortunate flight.
As she turned to leave, I called out her name:
“Please lend me a hand, or I’ll just try the same!”.
Without a word she extended her arms,
And my body was instantly filled with warmth.
Suddenly, my feet no more touched the ground.
I was hovering mid air, not making a sound.
I ran through the village, shouting with glee.
For the first time in my life really feeling free.
Will I ever truly fly? I may not, or I might…
But two feet off the ground, that’s a moonkin in flight!
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