Dragons, he said, will soar the skies
She listened and her heart felt the warmth of the memory
She loved dragons
The ones she would ride through snow-ridden valleys
and snuggle up with at their fires in a deep embrace
in caves filled with stones
and stories to be shared
Dragons, he said, from all four directions
and all in between as well
Be ready, my sweet child
Prepare, my love, for their light
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