Wings of Life (Dragonbound Chronicles #1)

Prelude

I know a land beyond the sea,

Where all the live ones came to be;

I know a tide with waters deep,

Where all the monsters go to sleep.

I know a mountain, standing tall,

Where spirits hide from Death’s dark call;

I know a hole within the ground,

Where small ones live without a sound.

If I could be the swirling breeze,

I’d sneak betwixt the swaying trees,

And fill my time ‘til end of days,

With deep, dank night and leaf-masked rays.

Yet would I miss the blinding sun—

Her sparkling rays that banish dun?

Would I lament the crisp salt air,

Should I retreat without a care?

How little can my mind contrive,

The right things my heart needs to thrive.