The True Story of Ninn the Dragon and her Gable

The True Story of Ninn the Dragon and her Gable

A Story by Cheryl Ann Welch-Davis

the birth of a kindred friendship


Oh love...thou art but a shadow in my mind, yet a living presence in my heart.  How long my love wilt thou tary?  I beckon to thee, make haste...for my soul is lost ~without her mate~


Days have turned to weeks, and months have become a year, and yet I feel your presence as though thou art here.


How can this be?  I beg the gates to release thee, yet my plea's do fall on deaf ears.  I do not understand the cruelty of their ways - that make this pain that fills my days.


Long since you have graced my sight.  Now my eyes yearn to see you in flight.  Come to me my love - break the bonds that hold you tight.  remember the vow that thou did heart thou would never break.  ~In truth I know I will not last without thou here to break my fast~


Harken to my cry upon the wind, this message to thee I send.  Come back to me, return in haste.  I will come to meet thee at the gate.  Where once again our souls will mate. Gable lmy heart doth break in fear my soul has lost her mate.  I pray for thee this journey to make.

© 2010 Cheryl Ann Welch-Davis

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Added on August 23, 2010
Last Updated on August 26, 2010
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Cheryl Ann Welch-Davis
Cheryl Ann Welch-Davis

Sulphur Springs, TX

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