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Naturally, dragons come from chaos
Arriving to create ordered thoughts.
Tumultuously they soon realize
Under the stars of azure skies,
Reality is usually too fantastic to believe
Even faery folk were more realistic to weave
Open portals with knowledge to contemplate
For humanity was destined for their own fate.
For many hundred years they tried to communicate
Answers to the humans many questions to debate.
Numbered where the days that blue heavens were the home
To large creatures with magick, whose wings would turn to stone.
Anticipation for return to their mother’s bosom and womb
Silently petitioning every rising and setting white moon
Yearning for the peaceful places of earth, to return.
Nature of Fantasy
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