Eye of the storm

I have wondered when the eye will appear; each hour I wait the storm the storm rages further and further on. I can now see specks of green lights glimmering in my wake. I need to throw my belongings into the burning flames of my engine. I need to the green substance into the fire before anything else. I can not throw my sacred box filled with my most treasured secrets. I am clutching my box but I know that I cannot keep everything ,so I drop it and it falls through the brown and grey thunderclouds into her clutch. I feel something hard under my foot; it is the key to my pt dragon’s chains. I know i have to let her free; the rest of trip is too dangerous for my only pet. I pick the key and unlock the shackles and let my dragon free. I go and look for the old rope to tie it to the wheel so I can sit and wait for my Destiny to arrive. I Shall rue this day when I let my dragon and box go. I know that where my dragon goes, it will live a life it could not get get with me. I go to my seat, as I know I can’t disembark this far on in my deadly voyage

My destiny awaits..

by logan watt