November 28, 2005

  • Humm. . .    Bard fodder.                   Maybe  an illustrated childrens book someday.


    THE LADY AND THE DRAGON


    CHAPTER 1

    In a cave
    In the hills
    Covered by forest
    And hidden by fog
    Sad eyes looked out
    Through cracks
    In the rock.

    Inside, in the darkness,
    Hidden from view
    Lurked a powerful creature
    One of only a few.

    With the mind of a wizard
    And the heart of a king,
    A Dragon looked out
    But did not a thing.

    He preferred to keep silent
    He tried nothing new.
    He slept on old treasure,
    And stayed out of view.

    Outside;
    There was danger,
    Heartache, and pain.
    So the Dragon
    Kept secrets
    Walled up
    In his cave.




    CHAPTER 2


    But-
    From the land of love
    Came a Lady of light
    Whose eyes
    Did sparkle and glow,
    Who smiled at the cave
    And dared go inside
    In spite of everything
    She’d heard or been told.

    Her warm gentle words
    Bridged the darkness between them.
    Her concern
    Left no room for fear.
    She spoke to the Dragon
    And measured his voice
    And behold
    It was soft, true, and clear.

    What began as a little
    Soon grew to a lot
    As they talked
    And they laughed
    And they teased.

    The Lady came back
    Again and again
    And for this
    The Dragon was pleased.



    CHAPTER 3


    Then-
    The Dragon followed her out of the cave,
    Until the Dragon made an audible snort.
    “ I can,” he said, “fly, you know”
    “It’s not normal, it’s not safe,
    . . . . . . I just don’t.”

    Then the Dragon outstretched his folded right wing
    It glistened like fine polished brass.
    He slowly extended his other wing too,
    And his size made the fair lady gasp.

    How much bigger did that Dragon look now,
    So much larger he appeared in the light,
    The wind gently blew under his unfurled wings,
    And it gave the Lady a fright.

    Softly she called out and said she must go.
    Unexplained grief, did wet swollen eyes,
    She ran from the Dragon, away from her fears,
    She ran, and she ran, and she cried.

    Turning, she looked for that Dragon once more
    Only to find, that the Dragon was gone,
    But, her ears were still full of the sound of the wind,
    Which she knew was just totally wrong.

    So our Lady looked up, through red swollen eyes
    Now we’ve come to the end of our song,
    For above in the sky,
    Our fair lady did spy
    That the Dragon
    could most certainly

    Fly.


     


    (c) RLM