Onward he hurtles, 

slicing through winds undaunted. 

Though exhausted, flesh and sinew strain 

in tandem, refusing defeat to volleys of rain. 

Forests become miniscule dark 

patches far below his sweeping shadow.  

Tearing at clouds with great mighty 

Scratches, the air bends to his will.  

Beads of wetness, weigh his scales  

Down. Yet by some bright, golden flicker 

Through slit, ancient eyes—the Dragon King prevails. 

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