Take a man, this lump of clay
Son of earth along his road
Of freezing night and blistered day
This cracks the shell that holds its load.
The lord of world created man
Seated in his marble throne.
Not god nor king of any land
But had control of dragons stone.
A time ago, before the laws
Were created by the lord.
He sat between his minions’ claws
Whilst he sighed his dragons roared.
He stared across his sullen world
Filled with elemental sons
Regarded through his eyes of pearl
Babes of wind, wave, stone and sun.
Created in his early days
When his globe only young
Perfect in near every way
But creation had just begun.
On this day, a time ago,
He gathered dragons and told them to
Take a message and with haste go
To his sons and carry news.
He felt the need to create afresh
A son with all the greatest traits
From his siblings, but with flesh
And born with better future fates.
He sat alone, let dragons fly
Watched his ciphers, devoid of strife
The evening spread across the sky
He flexed his fingers and dreamt of life.
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Submission Name: Creation
