• red dragons cross the sky like blood splattered on a blue canvass
    they drop strait as an arrow thrown out of the heavens
    they twist and dive in there speedy descent
    they suddenly spread there wings and the wind fills them like sails
    they glide across the light shining through their irredesent wings
    the world glitters below them full of pain and beauty and the sun shines above them
    the great ball of heat and light shines on thier backs and they slowly turn in a display of awe
    they fly slowly down and toward the horizon
    then they fly at an impossible rate, bringing the sun and the sky together
    so fast that sound falls behind them and light flows beside them
    and they ride into the sunset, at the world is at peace.

    copy-write-Donovan Phillips