The Dragon Mother’s Oath

by Lenowill

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Now I lick my son’s small ears.
He will eat, and grow, and fly—

one day to leave, and leave a hole:
fill my heart with mother’s woe.

So I’ll search among the skies
until I find him mated safe,

but if a crossbow finds his neck,
my smoke will rise and voice will quake:

I’ll sail the skies on winds of fears—
and dragon flames bring human tears.

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