"Dragonlance Dragons, Vol. 2 - The Dragons at War" - читать интересную книгу автора (DragonLance)

whether the sight
or the seeing drew me

whether I went
of my own accord
or drawn like a jessed bird
hard to the falconer's will.

But what did it matter
when the dark thing ascended

in an old smell of blood,
of creosote and coal?

I looked to the sun
and I saw them in legion

wingtip to wingtip
in the western skies

and it was for this
I was brought to the summit,

it was for this
that I dreamed the philosopher's dream.

Sunlight under my riding
and an alien heartbeat,

the cold pulse of blood
like the waters' convergenceС

on the back of the monster
the sunlight was dreaming to shadows

as the wings passed over
the dying world.

And out of the lifting heartbeat,
out of the drum and shadow,

a voice rose around me,
inveigling, caressing,

a voice indistinct
from my own in my dreams,

a voice indistinct
from the chambered shadows,