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Writer's pictureFern Brady

Marama: Legendary Sword of Kings

Marama lay dormant,


The centuries passing by.

Her heart filled with sorrow

At the loss of her great love.


How long would she be trapped here,

Awaiting death's embrace?

Her dragon life prolonging,

While her people's lives pass.


The scent of him reached her.

She lifted her dragon snout.

His shadow blocked the light.

A different man, not her love.


He stood trembling before her.

"Why have you come?" she asked.

Her voice echoed in the cave,

Like an avalanche's fall.


To Be Continued...

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