Hoisted

Hoisted, weightless for my sins,
She holds me captive, enjoying wicked grins.

We soar through the night air, fast and free,
Do I want to escape? or do I prefer to wait and see?

Up on the clouds, far from the ground,
My heart in my ears, races and pounds.

A wink and a peck, The dragon zooms out of sight.
A scaley vision, vanishing in the shadowy moonlight!


Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Miraman, in the year 641 AF.