Water as pure as crystal
And shines when the moons rises
This drop will tell the future
Of a new born girl, when she dies.
The tear brought by a Dragon
And the child as her daughter
Both laying side by side silent
Before the mortals begin the torture.
The spirits so sorrowful by this time
As the Dragons last roar echoes the land
Humans rejoiced from the death
And the new born was to be damned.
The child grew as a mortal
Not to show the Dragons fear
As time shall wander past
The girl will shed that tear.
GALD THAT
YOU WROTE THIS
A child named perione grown into women hood yet immortal. Never knowing her true nature until it was awakened within her. Wonderful poem dear makes me wanna finsih the stories i once worked on so much.
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