In the wind
I gracefully soar
The Flame doesn't mend
With my mighty roar
The terror will be in the hearts
The blood will be upon the darts
My legs are towers
Stronger than many superpowers
My neck is
not his
My scales
behold secret tales
What's seen
by my eye
is so keen
that there's no lie
Doing Wrong
Is not my voice
It's mostly strong
But not with my choice
In the past
I had a blast
I was a killer
It was a filler
Though I had a yearn
To take a turn
I wanted to make it right
I didn't want to fight
Then, it was silent
In the night
no moonrays had to be bent
for me
For, the world I see
Isn't dark at all for me
I lay by open flame
THe death is truly lame
So I think
with a drink
Who am I
Is my life all in a lie
DO I have to kill
No joy does it fufill
In my thought
the evil in me
was being fought
In the end the evil in me had to flee
Now I am free
From that dangerous degree
I listen to my own voice
I have made the choice
TO soar gracefully in the sky
And never again will and angel cry
Spiklyn Jaid Community Member 
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