Dragon Rage, Mother’s Son
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The sky has been given to my sister
Her wits and charms have allowed her the gifts of our mother
My heart beats bitterly
My wings close to my skin
My eldest brother has inherited the land
By right it is his
Dirt is crunched between my claws
Rage pulls at the bitterness
Deep gouges are torn into the land
My heart weeps
Mother Earth has given and given well
Equidae, you are the youngest
Even your fair beauty matches that of Mother
Night you are but father to us all
Rage consumes me
I have been gifted with strength
Powers not controllable
And yet still I have nothing to claim as my own
Rage burns deep within
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Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️
Come sit with me awhile. Writing is my favorite kind of magic—conjuring dark worlds, forbidden souls, and stories that haunt long after the last page. Lately, I’ve wandered deeper into psychology, the mind, and the shadows within us all...
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