Inkwell 2018-2019

Gales By Emma Lewis Forest grotto,

Birthplace of dragons, Collector of zephyrs A dragonet As gentle as could be, The gale-maker Its wings, painted,

Reciting stories of the dusk And the givers of the dawn Yet illusions can dry, And its spires will fall. Time will whisper its plea. Steal the light, Start the next chapter; It’s time to set the dragons free.

Ava Moltner

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