Day 11: 11.25.16

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The sun rises and the horizon bleeds with a newfound purpose.

A shadow begets fear in the hearts of all the men below.

A wing's beat sounds like thunder overhead.

Expecting the company to cower in fear,

I am surprised when it renews their strength.

As the beast grows closer I realize,

Not all the tales have been true.

The ones speaking of the horror of seeing it.

Not of the beauty that I am glimpsing.

The scales that sparkle with each miniscule movement

And the great breath of fire that escapes,

Are as alluring as anything I ever seen.

And nothing short of terrifying

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