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

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' convergence-

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,

from a century's nursing
of venom and fire,

and all of my dreaming
had brought me to this,

had prepared me to ride
on the wings of the darkness,

and the voice of the serpent
I heard in the air

as she spoke to me
saying ... saying ...

IV

Do not believe
this is only beginning,
Oh do not believe
of my dark and interminable legions,
that as long as the heart