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The Untameable Dragon
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There is a story once was told
To very young from very old
Once fact now fable thought to be
But, it is true, believe you me.
It's details thus, as you will see
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Once upon awhile ago
Up on a mountain dipped in snow
There lived a delicate but strong
Dragon for her whole life long
She was quite big (not overweight)
But all who saw her fought a faint.
Her colors: modest rainbow tones
Her spikes: like orange traffic cones
Her scales would sparkle in the light
Her eyes a vibrant chalcanthite
But most of all she stood there sought
By local men; a prize if caught
Among themselves (as they would drink)
They'd talk about their plans, "I think..."
(Said one espesh’ly proudful man)
"I think I could, well heck, I can!
I'll go right up there, yes, right now
And harness her, I'll show you how!
I'll traipse right through the hill and dale
This plan of mine, it will not fail!"
And off he went right out the door
And after that was seen no more
The men? They started up again,
With theories, strategies and then...
One quiet voice was heard come through
(As if on signal or on cue)
From a young knight that few there knew
"Has anyone gone up to say
'How are you doing, how’s your day?'
Perhaps she only wants a friend
She's all alone and up there denned
Perhaps she'd simply like to spend
Some time just chatting, in the end"
This scrawny chap who'd spoken up
Was looked upon as a mere pup
He was quite short compared to them;
His figure like an uncut gem
His eyes were sensitive and deep
And seemed that they may eas'ly weep
He had some hair, but not too much
And always had his sword in clutch
This pup-like lad, let's call him, Jim
(For no one knew the name of him)
Had silenced even loud-mouth Jake
(Who'd talk the icing off a cake
Or talk the water off a lake
Who'd always yell "for heaven's sake"
Then lift his fist and rudely shake
His coins and say "I need more steak!"
In turn he'd make the rafters quake
And cause your eardrums thus to ache)
Yes, Jim's small speech caused verbal break
"I think I'll go up there quite soon”
Said Jim as he put down his spoon
“In fact, maybe this afternoon!"
And with that he slid off his chair
And walked out into the fresh air
Now as Jim headed up the hill
The silence that he caused hung still
(The men were pondering Jim's skill)
And after this lasted some time
The great speaker himself did chime
"He'll never make it" spoke Sir Jake
And each head there nodded a shake
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As Jim began his noble quest
He checked his compass, heading West
"Some supplies I think I’ll need
Including a good book to read!”
And with that thought he found a store
And bought a book (and some things more)
Passing through the main town drag
He soon arrived at “Dragon’s Crag”
(The men would often gloat and brag
Of clam’ring up its zig and zag)
Jim whistled a fine traveller's tune
And was quite shocked… It seemed too soon
When he emerged atop the hill
And saw her house; his heart stood still
(I feel I need to be more clear
By "her" I mean our Dragon dear
And when I call her cave a "home"
It's cuz it had a real nice dome
Shape to it. Quite roomy too
Although it smelt a hint of poo
To much detail, I’m so sorry
Let's just get back to the story
And so Jim thought, as he arrived
"No one who's been here has survived
I could be making a new friend
Or this could really be the end
But what the hey, I'll take the risk
If I'm to die, it’ll be real brisk"
Resisting thoughts of being fried
He took a step or two inside
Then with a gulp of air he cried
"You really shouldn't be so snide
Your door is opened up real wide
Almost as if you’d give a ride
To anyone who needs a guide
Dare I suggest,” he boldly plied
“That we should take a jaunt outside?”
He figured humour should be tried
And sure enough it got him eyed
But when her gaze upon him spied
He lost his nerve and planned his glide
When all a’sudden something sighed
And paused a moment, then replied
"Is it for answer that you bide?
Your humour stinks,” she vilified
And at that moment in her head
We would have heard these words be said
"If this is Fred, I'll blast him dead
He’s come before, but then he fled
I'll fill him with my fear and dread
My flame will blow, my claws will shred"
But then she took a closer look
And hiding in a small cave nook
Stood one small man who clutched a book
"Are you a friend or just a crook?"
Questioned the Dragon; poised to cook
"His eyes are sensitive", she thought
"And if he meant harm he'd have fought
Me right away; right on the dot
Plus he looks nice, not too hairy
And is that a small tear I see?
Although that clutching, sworded hand
May quickly get him crisply tanned”
But then her reflexes kicked in
“What is he doing in my den?
He should get out, go home, be gone!
He had a sword, it would be drawn
And very soon he’d gain his brawn
I'll be his trophy before dawn”
She started getting huffy then
Thinking "he's trespassed in my den!
I'll eat him! No, I'm not hungry
I'll roast him! No, that smells like pee
Oh! I know how he'll leave me be!
I'll smoke him out so he can’t see
He’ll stumble off a cliff, will he
And tumble down into the sea
Then I will once again be free!
Yes, yes, that’s good! Good thinking me!”
Then to her came a calming thought,
Maybe her fear was all for nought.
If he began to misbehave
Or turned out just to be a knave
There’s still a way that she could save
her tail. Why, she could leave the cave;
She would not have to be his slave!
And in this thought she felt quite brave.
And with a puff and breath of air
She looked at him and said (and stared)
“You seem to be a nice lil' chap
Although this all could be a trap
This is something quite new for me
I've never been outside you see
I'll go with you, I'm not afraid!
And really, you are quite outweighed”
The knight agreed and they went out
Not hand in hand but arm on snout
They had a grand ol' time out there
Until they ran into a bear
But that was ended quickly with
A little breath and fiery sniff
In case you're wond'ring what went down
They never did return to town
At which the bar men turned a frown
And Sir Jake cried, “she took him down”
Most assumed a death occurred
But something even more absurd
Had taken place atop that hill
Both Jim and Dragon chose at will
To face their fears and not to kill
Instead they lead a happy life
Living man, and scaly wife
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Now, I feel I need to interject
Before your eyes roll in your neck
This is a different type of story
No claim to fame or quest for glory
No mutilation; nothing gory
Just two in like who fell in love
What more should a story be of?
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JillanaCreative Vancouver, British Columbia
I'm passionate about storytelling and using my skills in percussion and Foley to bring stories to life.
When I'm not making stories, I enjoy playing in orchestras, writing children's music, and training my cat.
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