DragonCatGrl

 "Very good, Charcoal!" a great gray dragon praised. A little gray hatchling trotted over with a mouse in her mouth with a happy look on her face. She was gray with red belly scales, a blue oval shaped mark on her face, blue wing flaps, and a gray-blue mouth flap. Her element was wind, just like her parents. "Thanks, Dad!" Charcoal piped enthusiastically. She was very pleased with her catch. "You should be proud," her father, Pyrolucite, told her. "Oh I sure am!" "Why don't you eat it?" he asked. "No," Charcoal said. "But it's your catch, and it's the ritual," Pyrolucite insisted. "I want to give it to you." Charcoal nudged the

In this scene of obscure delight I see the fireplace burning bright, I wonder if it can shed some light On the questions I will ask tonight. Certain things are better left unsaid? But how to choose which to be shed? And why the rest of them to spread?... On this matter I know not to thread... So many things that should be said, That have been bottled up instead. If only I could have those words bled... Maybe then you could have, them, read. And here I am, alone with this thought, That has made me feel so distraught... In a downward spiral, I am caught, Looking for what I have long sought... And there you were filled with pure grace, With