My first narrative poem... |
As midnight's darkness cloaked the forest, The Dragon Slayer heard a sudden stir of crackling branches, and rustling leaves, then a gale swept over her. And the moment it did she knew in her heart that he was one she could not slay though she lifted her sword in a start. But as quick as he arrived, she detected his departure, the swish of his tail gliding away, a sound unmistakable to her. The dragon’s breath and fluid sway was replaced by an odd, seductive sound, and The Slayer set off to find its source after a careful warrior’s glance around. And what she discovered was strange, indeed— a music box on a bed of roses as if her discovery was someone’s need. She approached with caution, ever the warrior, and then saw that the gift was meant for her. To The Slayer—A Keepsake from My Heart, Always, The Master... Upon deeming it safe, she took hold of the gift between two gentle palms in a tender lift. Then silvery moonlight bathed the box, showcasing its chiseled design of intricate carvings, tierras of flowers, and majestic dragons in a line. As The Slayer stood, caressing her gift, she paused to shut the lid. The music stopped and her eyes discovered the message that once was hid. For the Dragon Master’s gift from his heart had fast become The Slayer’s best, and in royal gold letters, it bore the name of... The Toy Chest. Inspired by "Flight" painting. "Flight" painting is Copyright © Stephanie Pui-Mun Law |