To the horizon

Keats, a fighter kite, was flying casually and carefree. Suddenly, a kite drew close. She dived in, tangling their lines. She was the most colorful and delicate of kites. He avoided the fight and untangled. But her owner attacked again. They were snarled together and then it happened. They flew together in tandem like dancing in the sky like hugging each other and holding hands. Suddenly he realized her line going slack. She pulled away, fading. He fought the drag and knotted her line to his. She was twisting as if in pain, clinging on against the wind. They heard a line snap. He realized they were sailing away, tied together. His line had given away. They flew free, reaching out to the horizon.