A sort of beauty and the beast story |
One day while walking in the woods, I saw a sight I will never forget. A dragon, Which gave me quite a fright. Laying next to an old oak, Black as night, Scales rough but somehow sooth, And wings made of the finest leather, He lay there watching me pass. I began to run, But then paused when I saw what lay draped over his massive arm. A woman with long legs and flowing hair. Her clothes had been stripped from her, But her skin looked unscathed. I stopped and looked, For one does not lay with dragons, Unless he is seeking death. The woman had a smile upon her face though, And her skin still had the pink hue of life. Bravely, And perhaps foolishly, I stepped closer to the beast. As I did so the beast raised its head, And watched me with its piercing green eyes. The woman stirred and I spoke quickly, Still fearing for her life. "My lady stay still, You can have my shirt to cover yourself." Without a word she sat up, And put her hand out for my shirt. The dragon let out a low growl And stood next to her. Then with one look to the woman He flew away, Blowing the trees as if in a storm. I watched in amazement as the beast flew into the sun, And then disappeared within its rays. "My lady you..." I began, But no fair lady with long legs And flowing hair sat in the grass with me. I searched around the oak, I called to her behind rocks and tall grass. When my search turned to nothing I smiled and remembered, "One does not lay with dragon's unless he is seeking death." To see the picture and the poem together go to: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=519688928050991&set=pb.100000296659210.-... |