Grandmother Dragon

Dragon flight.

Dragons fly through sea-dark nights with eyes as bright as the sun at night.

Dragons sleep through the days light, warming and growing under in the firelight.

Dragonlore is the heart of dragon speak

Teaching magic through weaving the fire and light with sounds of speech

They add sparks of life

The flames dance high upon the cauldron's sides.

They trust but a few that is why they appear to hide

But is this true?

Or is this myth?

Only a few know it's truth, for such a tale cannot be told as dragons ire will surely unfold and this we do not wish to do.

But one who has the trust of all can share a few things for she is bold

She has the ear of the dragon call

She has the voice to share with you

Promises and oaths given long ago, stand today for naught and many will share . But legends ponder, one who gained the trust and love of these wise beings, she is a grandmother of the dragon babes. She cooed and crooned over these small bundles of shimmering beings, loving and tickling them to life. Sharing and caring them into flight. Together they danced and sang, rode the moonlight rays and air stream flows, they called out and created magical song. For this one holds many a secret of lore, this one knows the truth of the dragons' lair. Together they created many a magical spell, enchanting all who drank from their well.

But soon came a time of great magical change and the dragons withdrew from sight and range. Grandmother cried for many a time

She mourned the loss of her babies, new and grown. But soon did she realize she could see it all, the reasons why they had to withdraw.

So she became the witch of a Spire's rise. For she held the dragon’s tomes of life, love and magics unknown. She created a glimmer a weaving of light, to this day, the tomes are kept hidden from sight. Many searched to uncover the Dragon lore but never could find the magical door. To this day they search for the spire but now it is crumbled from sight.

Still many search but never see , never see what nature brings out for them to see.

To grandmothers Joy and surprise the dragons fly now in plain sight, every day and every night.

You will feel their breath and see their presence.

How you say?

Look up, look up, look towards the vast heavens for there in the white of the cloud or the dark grey of a storm. You will see them travelling the air currents and waves.

Listen with your senses listen and be astounded.

Dragons are the masters of song and sound. They are the lords of magic and air, the keepers of the secrets of the flames, but oh so much more is part of their magical lore.

Dragons are much kinder and gentler than you know.

The grandmother of dragons lives on too. She lives in the hearts of those who know this to be truth. She teaches and guides young dragons to fly.

Loving and caring for their growth and sight.

But now in this time of a new land, the dragon babies are now human bound.

Living and breathing the magic of old, through the bodies and skin of their new forms.

The grandmother's energy caresses and calls, guiding them to their new lands and new homes.

Come babies, come listen and hear the dragons' song feel it call you. As the dragons call out to be heard.

Open to the vibration, feel your own song.

Baby dragons, your time has now come.

Let yourselves settle, being in this new form.

Don't be in a hurry to be born.

For this time, my young ones, you cannot fly.

You must be patient to learn to walk not fly

Now my babies, this time that flight is different. For now, you are home together my young ones, you will learn to remember the dragon song, to bring the and magic out into your home.

This is the new way dragon’s fly.

Not on wing, but through words and song.

Grandmother speaks from within us all, guiding and nurturing and loving all.

Do you feel the dragon’s call.