Fate/Destiny
Just something I thought of one day.
"How long have I been falling?" A dragon thought to himself
as he looked to the ground and his eventual end.
After having lost the use of his wings and pride to a rival,
he began to plummet toward the earth from high in the air.
In the distance, he could see only shapes of others that watched
as he fell to his death but would rather not help him escape from this fate.
He closed his eyes and shook violently knowing that this fate was only his own doing
and caused by his own hand and that this agony would never leave.
He opened his eyes to look at his wings, which hung limply,
battered, broken and bloodied, alongside him as he fell.
He again looked towards his end to notice it never drew closer,
yet seemed to appear as tho he could impact the earth at any time.
He sighed to close his eyes waiting for his fated end, knowing that there was nothing in his power
that would protect or save him from this gruesome death that destiny has decided for him.