A forest may echo with laughter for me to begin such a folktale
still, I realize that I must write now...and welcome all to read.
Elder, youth, and the unseen are present so that we may speak of
those who dwell among a mystic marsh merged between worlds.
Scales deep and well-constructed like their granite born cave homes
no doubts...I am referring to the three-headed dragons who bless us.
Fore I am drawn to their stilted weights so to see a way through them
breathing fire into creation allowing for the great eye's magic to open.
-j.a. knolls
