What happened to the days of old, When I was young and free and bold? Why cant I now be bourne away, And held only in the winds sly sway. Where are my wings with thier great breadth? Whence did go my roaring breath? Why must I wear this human form, Instead if what should be the norm? Why arent I free to fly once more, Up to the haven's very door? What do I miss with these new eyes, That look up, clouded towards the skies? But, alas, I can do naught. But sit and ponder some new thought Until I am taken by sleep at night And free my soul to resume its flight. Poem by Meaghan Duke Daz/PS7 and a twisted imagination and penchant for dragons as of late.