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My life is full to overflowing with God's blessings. I believe in dreams, for they are the fabric of all that is real today.

I believe in Dragons whether they be surreal or in the land of reality. Myths and legends began with the birth of man...who is to say the stories told today are not as real as ancient history? The history of Dragons and other creatures of folklore are world wide. Stories of Dragons appear in the traditions of virtually all cultures back to the beginning of time. From the Orient to Africa and the Celtic Isles Dragon Battles have existed. I may not be as innocent as I once was as a child, but I still believe, or rather I know in my heart and will always honor my belief. I will pass on to other generations they story of the Dragon, for that is my destiny.

Ninn the Dragon was born in my imagination and her story is my creation. However, much research on Dragons lay behind this story.

If you choose to be my friend Walk with me in Peace and Joy, if you choose to go your way then I pray for your life's path to be blessed. You have touched my life now, and I will carry you with me always.

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Ninn mourns and her spirit searches for Gable...
Category: Dragonsheart...the Story
Posted: Jan 18, 2009 at 6:29 PM
Current mood: excited

Oh love...
thou art but a shadow in my mind
yet a living presence in my heart.
How long my love wilt thou tary?
I beckon thee to make haste...
for my soul is lost
~without her mate~

Days have turned to weeks
and months have become a year,
and yet I feel your presence
as though thou art here.

How can this be?
I beg the fates to release thee
yet my please do fall on deaf ears.
I do not understand the cruelty of their ways -
that make this pain this pain that fills my days.

Long since you have graced my sight.
Now my eyes yearn to see you in flight.
Come to me my love -
break the bonds that hold you tight.
Remember the vow
that thou did make...
my heart thou would never break.

~In truth I know I will not last
without thou here to break my fast~

Harken to my cry upon the wind
come back to me. return in haste.
I will come to meet thee at the gate
Where once again our souls will mate.

Gable..my Gable...
my heart doth break...
I pray for thee this journey to make...

© Cheryl Welch 2009

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Dec 4th, 9:09am

'Twas the Night Before Christmas
(or A Visit from St. Nicholas)
by Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

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bearwolfwitch

Dec 4th, 3:39am

Dearest queen Lady Ninn
Kazulle and I were wandering when willl you be back to Dragonsheart.? The kingdom is not the same without you. Is everything alright where you are.? We hope it is but we need you here.
Manny changes have occured and many people scatered along the land. We are sad for your absense
but we know how much your family need you.We hope you return to us soon.
Your faithfull servant and friend, NYccene The White Witch Of The Forest.