Jordan's Page

Storm Clouds grey, and oceans blue,

Collide in the sky to bring light anew.

Icarus, my son, we have flown on high,

And now on the Earth, we may lie.

The beasts of land, sea, and air,

Mythical or true, come pair by pair.

To see the bright of this new morn,

And each new Mythical Beast be born.

With music soft as pillows down,

The beasts are soothed by the glorious sound.

The spinning wheels bring forth joy,

Of song and dance,…