Alone under the stars
Caught in a body not his own.
Yes, in moments like this he can remember,
no, not remember, but feel the ancient times.
His wings, touching the sky.
The things he saw so different with big black eyes.
His claws not anymore.
Neither his wings.
Does he have a reason for living?
Or does the thought of suicide scare him just too much to try?
He is a dragon, if anywhen I've seen one.
A dragon imprsisoned for life in a humans body.
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