Gliding like the owl to you

But you’re nobody’s prey. I believe you’re readier than I am for impact; step by step, week by week, text by text, our flights curve ever tighter. Donned in always the finest gear, you step forth uncringing from the steam of my fire for you. I am not a dragon; I am but an engine. I can not but pull your foot’s earth my way. Will you slay me through your own questing? Or will you hitchhike to strange countries? Two options.

You are an owl too. Your perfect manners don’t fool me; I can feel the heat of your ferocity behind the stoicism. I will not be broken down into pellets; I have gold within me too. You and me, we each carry the worm-hoards of our own making. By vouchsafe of your smile, by blessing of your hips to mine, may that we claw our ingots into one true vault.

Owls, knights, engines. May mickle be our mettle in this failing world, may you and me always crash through the curtains ever into the light. I adore you, Tinúviel, and I want us to take over the world. Hold my hand if just for a little while.