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She was flying.
Flying on the creature's back.
This creature was not a bad creature,
He had come to her aid,
In her time of need.
His golden wings glided gently through the night,
As she lay on his back,
Cringing in pain.
He flew faster,
Up to the top of the mountain,
And laid her down,
On the snowy white ground.
She cried out,
A horrible cry,
For the pain was so intense,
She couldn't even open her eyes.
All the golden creature could do was watch,
And see,
The child that could destroy the earth,
Be born.