Poem for Skybax Riders,

The wind blows through the hair in waves of old
For this is the flight of the riders forever bold
The majestic beast for who they partner their lives
Carry them above the clouds where the sunlight thrives
Skybaxes are what they shall be called
Their riders fearing nothing, not even the fall
The bright colors streak across the sky from wings anew
Stretched across the sky in Gold, Maroon and Blue
These creatures fly into areas restricted to most
Letting their riders be the sky's only host
For the story of this friendship is long
For the faint of heart this does not belong
So suit up and trust your eyes
For Skybaxes hold affection that never dies
 

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