myth for morning glory

So morning glory sings at dawn of the land. Long ago, so long, it is the time of dreams, two people fell in love in the court of the old king. One was the princess and one a lowly pauper, but still they married, and so the curse began, because anything different will create a new pattern.

And so they lived for many years, until the king promised the sun to the earth, so that it would grow for many thousands of years that fail or falter. After a great feat of engineering, the king brought the sun to earth. The promise, however, was not kept because the king gave some of the sun to the queen, his beloved. And in punishment, the king became a fox, and because there was no sun in the sky, darkness descended. And the rot created during that time solidified into something putrid, a shadow that would never die, the shadow roamed and roamed, and continues to live in all the plants and animals that we know. There is always shadow.

And now morning glory sings at dawn, a song of the land, and so it was that the story finished there. The limestone quarry became a lake, from all of Sweetie's mother's tears, and all the dead, who wept, in joy and awe, as they were released to the dragon in the sky. Bitter stole the iguleni then, and bit into it.

Eyes radiant, she threw it into the sky, and it became our sun: the root. Ivy became king, but all there was there, but all Ivy became king of the swamp, but he did not mind, for sweetie was with him,

a primrose between them.

Even though sadness tore their hearts for the loss of those they loved.

Three white herons flew behind them because, even then, other sagas would arise and they, of course, begin the tale.