Purple Dragon

He takes me flying, just him and me.

Over the stars and round the moon,

So fast and straight I almost swoon.

He laughs and sings as we fly,

Causing havoc in the sky.

Plane pilots blink as we pass,

'Did you see that?' they often ask.

I wave and smile at others passing,

'What was that?' I hear them asking.

I'm like you,' I gasp a reply.

We're all flying madly round the sky,

Creatures of magic, dragons of light,

Have you never heard of superdragon flight?

Faster than light, faster than sound,

Dragon superhighways out here abound.

Through the planets in deep space

We all gather for yet another race.

Dragons galore, laughing and joking,

Line up together for the night's final racing.

Arms linked, they spin slowly out,

Humans on their backs begin to shout,

Cheering on their magical steeds,

Feeling quite dizzy from dragons' high speeds.

Colours flash past, purple, gold and blue

As dragons spin faster out into the night's midnight hue.

I wake up at daybreak,

The visions all gone,

My only remnant a fragment of song

Which flies away as I awake.

'Good morning Dragon,' I manage to say,

'And thank you for such wonder, what a night's play!'

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