Writers-Commentary

I found a pretty necklace, hanging from a tree. A little voice inside, says it was meant for me. I try it on for size, but it feels a little loose. Perhaps a little tighter, now I'm hanging from my noose.

Mother was not the only name given to her. But It was the only important one. For she was the mother of all, creator of the universe and everything within. Her prized children were the Dragons Given power greater than any other Magic flowed in their souls Power through their bodies Thought through their minds Wind under their wings And for them the world was created Animals populated the world to feed them Streams to satiate their thirst Oceans to swim in Skies to fly A Paradise given They had everything The Dragons however grew lazy and greedy They demanded more from their Mother in her Kingdom Mother was upset with her greedy children So