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Many a fair maiden has known you
they are enamored by your gentle facade;
the peaceful
calming nature
the solace and serenity you offer.
And then you bed them quickly and
quietly you move on.
But I am curious.
I purposely walked down those
damp stairs
walls covered with moss
passages covered in cobwebs
and came to a rusted door.
It was old and forbidding
guarding an ancient secret
a tomb where disaster lay trapped.
Yet, foolishly, I took the key from around my neck
turned the rusted lock
and yanked the door open.
The tomb:
ominous in smell and sound
dark and foreboding
fear clutched my heart
as I had seen the beast.
You are the dragon of old.
Hypnotized by your eyes,
captivated by your spell,
I entered your locked sanctuary.
With one eye smiling
and the other mocking me
you commanded me to break your chains
as only one with a pure heart could break your enchantment.
I foolishly freed you, as I could do no other.
You flew about the room, shattering flickering torches
and shredding old webs
as you gained strength
in your sleepy sinews and tendons
stretching and exercising your muscles
you gained power and momentum.
Roaring fiercely,
you flew up and out the tower window.
Perched on a parapet,
you blew fire and smoke to all those below.
You roared again
renewed and free.
Below, I lay trembling in fear, what had I done?
You returned to your prison
plucked me from my fetal position
and flew out of the tower
with me firmly fixed in your claws.
To the highest mountain top,
we soared on the wind,
defiling towns in your wake,
with your fiery breath.
You dropped me on a snowy cleft in the mountain
and soared around raging and spitting fire,
melting the snow,
Turning lush pines into cinder sticks,
you landed beside me.
Using your powerful limbs,
you approached your childish rescuer,
as she lay trembling in fear
and devoured her.