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Once upon a time,

When the world was new...

Mother Earth was green,

Brother Sky was blue...

And the air hung heavy

With the summer heat;

The scent of flowers,

Wafted thick and sweet;

Grey mists floated

From forests' floors;

And fiery dragons

Roamed the bogs and moors;

In a small thatched hut,

At the edge of a wood,

A girl-child was born,

Made of light and good.



The news of her birth

Was spread far and wide,

By creatures and the wind

Through the countryside;

And the girl-child grew,

The woods were her school,

Each river and mountain

Taught her its rule;

The girl-child loved nature...

Its heat and its frost...

But, strange as it seemed,

She loved dragons the most;

When she was lonely,

She'd watch them at play;

Her mood would be gone

Like a cloud swept away.



Then, a darkness descended

Like an eternal night,

That enwrapped her land

And embittered her sight;

Cruel knights rode forth

With swords, shields, and spears,

To slay all the dragons

That had dwelt there for years;

When the slaughter was done,

Just two dragons were left...

Two grey, baby dragons...

In a dark cave's wide cleft,

Where the girl-child found them

As they hid, shaking in fear,

She vowed to protect them

And took them from there.



She knelt, and she stroked each

As tears streaked her face;

Then she lifted them tenderly

From their dark, hiding place;

She put the small dragons

Into a large, furry sack,

And tied that large bundle

To a frame on her back;

Then, looking back briefly,

She carried the small pair

To an Eden-like valley

That felt no man's despair;

They traveled for days, only

Stopping for food and for rest;

They only slowed down when they

Crossed the blue mountain crest

Into a valley forgotten

By the oldest of men;

And the girl-child and the dragons

Have lived there since then.