[Sahyber Cadence]

The counsel of gods and goddess
called their meeting to order

We've made these little humans
in our image, what now for them?

Sad little beings they are
Lost and forlorn looking

They do need something
said the Goddess of Mirth, But what?

they gathered together and discussed
We'll send them devine gifts

like love and trust

by pale of moon, sparkled sky
winged beasties began to fly

across the hint of starry night
in soaring, weightless flight

as they dip across the ground
dusting of wings, without sound

one dragon is the herald of fire
his essence and purpose to inspire

he leaves a trail of oranges, and reds
the spring of passion, is now fed

the next dragon brings forth
a most deligent chore

his mission is to spread
the star glistened shine of loyalty

Each dragon with a purpose
giving forth the many gifts

but at last it was time to send
love among the human men and women

Purity spoke softly "This is not a job
for the dragons, I think

something more delicate should bespeak
this is the tenderest of all the gifts

It should arrive tenderly and slowly
as the sun peeks the horizon

soon thereafter they looked to see
a group of pixies smiling with glee

we'll take love down to the humans
we've a magical chariot to carry it with

There job is never done
a continual passage over time, unsung

so on a clear night,
when the moon is right

if you see a shooting star
its the pixies bring love in their chariot

[IceSC]

Very nice poem liked the image of the pixies.

[Sahyber Cadence]

*beams* Thank you.