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They journeyed long the way to love not straight as science rule;
To scale high peaks that merged into the wispy mountain dew;
Over green hills, past forest trees - gale winds would shake and bend;
Through scorching suns or driving rains to reach their journeys end.
Unknown to him her witching had ensured against all failings;
She breathed desire, stoked his fire and set to right his wings.
And there before the Pawpatu -  the stone of truth and sage;
She knew that lies, disguise or guile would not gain them passage.

"For all who come and all who stand before me be aware;
Know all your woes and saddened throes shall find no comfort here;
Truth and beauty, kind respect and honour reigns supreme;
Each creature finds a mate within each King will find a Queen"
The Witch spoke softly to the Dragon for to gain his trust;
"I am the one who made you sleep and seeded such a lust.
But sleeping dreams can only show what your heart truly craves,
To find your Queen and enter here sing of your love - be brave!"

"I am that Dragon wild and free that challenged men should fear;
But maidens pure of heart and soul are those for whom I care;
I hear the siren's call and grace her lilting, playful winds;
Hugging inconstant flows and ebbs caressing faithful wings;
But know you that the treasure that I need is not a thing;
My Queen embosomed here is why my heart is now aching;
Mythical in all sphere of knowledge, mystical through time;
My Queen has an intrinsic beauty, sensual and refined;
She weaves a power that all beings struggle to access;
A flame of such intense intelligence I care to caress.
Our lover’s duet, flight of fancy, did lead me to here;
For that true love have I now come my life with her to share.
I am a Dragon seeking love and bound to please her will;
Give me that vision of my dreams that gave me such a thrill;
I beg to let me once again see my true love's visage;
And I will surely serve this realm with honour and courage"

The Witch now sat upon the seat she had stitched on the loom;
Dressed as she left in all the finest regal pomp and plume;
And by her side her Handsome, too with crown upon his head;
Who glistened with the darkest skin and eyes a burning red.
His was a suit of ebony, the smoothest ever suede;
Where diamond studs adorned the folds such for a King be made.
They drank, sang each a loving ode then skipped the fire bright;
They disappeared into the woods to set all stitches right.
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