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.
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