The Dragon King
by Hillary L.
On a warm summer's eve,
as the sun sets,
I see a body.
It is a silhouette against the night sky,
It has wings of deep puple and blue spots.
A body of blues and greens,
silver splotches cover his body.
Each splotch looks like a snowflake carefully crystalized in place.
As the body comes closer,
I recognize it.
It is Alfred,
The Dragon King.
I panic.
Will he eat me raw or charred?
Swallowed whole or chomped to pieces?
I begin to run.
The Dragon King swoops low,
and scoops me up onto his back.
We fly high into the sky.
We fly.
Higher.
Higher
Something tells me to reach for the stars.
I do.
I pluck one out of the sky .
I hold carefully, afraid it will break.
I gently string the star on a rope.
I place the rope around the King's neck,
so he knows that I will be forever grateful for this ride.
The King accepts my gift and whispers
"we are one"
as we fly off into the night sky.