"Margaret Weis - Dragonlance - Anthology 02 - The Dragons At War" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dragonlance)

III

First there was eye,
then night, then immutable north,
then the smell of the springbok
over the launched horizon,

and then I was walking,
over a dying plain

littered with rock
and immaculate bone.

Ahead in a cavern
of dazzled sunlight,

on the sunstruck and burnished
edge of the world,

the dragons, dark jewels,
a flicker of ebony wings,

a frenzy of beetles
feasting on carrion,

and I cannot tell you
in memory's dream,

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,