Once upon a moonlight midnight, I gazed upon wild dragons in flight. This sight made my soul breathe happily to the core. To see them fly, strong and fast, The flying legends of the past. I look and see them, high and far they soar. I wish that I could join them in the sky and soar. To be with them forever more. Ah, I gave a deep sigh, humans are not meant to fly. Heaven I would be in if I could soar. I could only imagine how it would be, To fly in the clouds and above the trees. Thinking this I felt a soar. In my hear I felt this soar. Wanting to be with them ever more. I looked and saw them suddenly leaving, 'No don't go,' I said silently pleading. I listen faintly, I hear one roar. 'Dragon, dragon, come to me. I wish that I could be like thee.' Then they turned, turned the four. Back to me flew the four. The terrible beasts of ancient Yore. They flew to me in the field I lay, not the way of opposite, nay. This was the moment my whole life I'd been waiting for. Then a gold one looked at me, I looked back and smiled did she. The smile for me this was for. For only I this smile was for. This for me and no one more. Then, she began to speak, her voice was gentle, mellow, meek. 'I hear you wish to be among us in the clouds to soar.' 'Yes,' I muttered, 'This is true, I wish that I could be like you. Off this rugged rocky floor. My home is not this rocky floor. I want the sky, to fly and soar.' 'Ah,' she said, 'I now see why, why you wish to soar and fly. I see why you love the sky and clouds which I adore. Because you have from what I can say, A piece of soul from the fey. The kind with wings, the ones that soar. We that fly, swoop, and soar. A piece of us in your core.' 'Can I be like you?' I asked. 'Can I change and will it last?' 'Yes,' she said, 'but you must choose which form you want more.' 'To be like you, it's a dream. Do you know just what this means? I could fly right off this floor. Above, beyond, and off this floor. And fly with you forever more.' 'But how do I change from this human form? If you leave I will be forgot and forlorn. How do I get my wings that help me soar?' 'Just open up, let your heart be your guide, Let out the piece of us you hold inside. Change your form to what you were before. In the ancient times of long before. Of the times in ancient Yore. I felt this piece I had inside, float out of me and come alive. I felt the memory of a forgotten life I had before. I stretched my wings and began to fly. Above the clouds I flew so high. My body I had once been in before. The dragon I had been before. And now I am, forever more.