In the Beginning
The Stone Egg hung alone and cold in space.
It cried out. Mournful, lonely words it spoke.
Its call was heard. The being that it woke
felt lonely too, in some far distant place.
Light years away a rainbow touched the ground.
Upon it many coloured crystal eggs
hatched out, and baby dragons stretched their legs,
then spread their wings, and flew towards the sound.
The dragons landed on the Stone Egg’s shell.
The Stone Egg, frightened, struggled to escape,
but then it knew, at last, that all was well.
They curled their wings around its oval shape.
The Stone Egg sighed. The baby dragons knew
this was as it should be. The Stone Egg grew.
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