Beauty In Disguise

This is the story of a woman unknown. On top of green hill that rose above a village There was a tiny white cottage that sat for all to see The clouds brushed on its roof And green vines ran up and down the walls This cottage was the house of a woman named Unknown She rose early in the morning and wore a black cloak Which covered her face and body Many did not wish to speak to her She would visit the riverside and they would all run away When she sat by the large white rock nobody would Greet her though she softly said, "Hello" Mothers told their children never to speak to her For they said she was a which Then one day a dragon came down from the sky He swallowed the sun and said That it would be returned to them when The fairest maiden was offered to him as his bride One by one the beauties of the village Presented themselves to the dragon None of them could fill the glass of his desire Then one day, Unknown visited the dragon She pulled off her cloak and time froze; Never had he or the village seen, A maiden with such red lips Hair golden like sweet honey A frame so gentle and petite Skin whiter than white and softer than air The dragon unable to contain such beauty Spit out the sun and turned into dust While Unknown disappeared into time And was greatly missed by the village that never knew her.