This flight tonight

In the methane blue
Of Neptune’s stew
I wildly whip my wind lasso
A-hunting for the dragon of the Cloud
Through icy fleece
I stalk the beast
A thousand miles an hour at least
Beneath this sapphire atmospheric shroud
I’m born of wind
And thickly skinned
With Neptune’s swirling vortex twinned
I hurry hard and bellow out aloud
To catch him fast
And so at last
Undo his necromancy past
And join again the nation of the proud

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