A Tale From The Loom - XI to XV

"As such he ambled through to here which I cannot undo; You are advised to still comply, ensure your line stays true" No, not his rotund form alone did shake her to the core; For that he could still move at all was not to be ignored; It was the odours he exuded, stale of several weeks; His shorts two sizes small and torn, revealing half a cheek! His bulbous nose, carbuncled face and digits stained through smoke; His T-shirt read "Take me, you b**tch , if you can take a joke!". Now listen well, as I relate on how this tale unfolds; The Witch distressed, under duress could not her anger hold; For many a year she had prepared to meet the Handsome one; But now she stood in shock and cried to see a smelly bum! The Witch in measured tone took time to analyse the case; She'd wished to stay in this sweet realm but this was a disgrace! "Dear Dunkele", she said, "I have but one choice I can make; Please know I cannot this sad soul for my true partner take" "Well Witch, by all the laws that rule I cannot do much more; I sense your pride can but advise of one rule as succor: If you can make the Dragon sing a ballad of true love, All will return, a Witches line will be full recovered" With little more, the die now cast, the Witch was transported; To somewhere lacking light and heat, smelling of something dead. She spied two ruby dots amidst this dark and gloomy scene; Which moved as she or not as she or so to her it seemed. Then came a voice with pulsing depth that filled the very air; She braced herself, now resolute, to show no sign of fear; "Welcome my little one you are quite fearful I assume; But know you I have waited long for light to touch this gloom. I sense your purity, your grace, I am enthralled indeed; To have my very own sweet Sprite to play with as I please. I Dragon, in my wildest dreams would never think would come; The day my void would be fulfilled with joy and ample fun" "Before my master has his play I beg only for this; A fire do I need to warm my body else I freeze. I know a Dragon can command the fire and ride winds; I know that darkness soothes a Dragon for solace it brings; But know I am a creature who has lost her witching skills; So grant me light and warmth so I can be without a chill". The Dragon with one breath released a steady fiery stream; And in an instant there was light and warmth where none had been.