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A Tale From The Loom - XVI to XX
The lair aglow with brightness now she saw the Dragon clear;
Immense in form and stature with a grin from ear to ear;
From nose to tail smooth skin of black his fiery eyes alert;
He strutted, bristled with a force he knew he could exert.
Along his back and legs were studs so diamond-like a-glistening;
She saw his beauty in her eyes and spoke her heartfelt feelings;
"In truth I had so feared to come but now I am so bold;
You are the most enchanting sight my eyes could yet behold.
How could it be that nature in her wisdom and her grace;
Adorned you with magnificence and a charm not of this place;
Command you do my Lord of skies you show a natural might;
Your goodness shines like bright lit stars bejewelling the night.
Let me take my place beside you and caress my gentle Sir;
Let me show you how a Witch can make a mighty Dragon purr"
The Dragon laid his head, the Witch set softly to stroking;
Instantly he feel asleep and loudly started snoring.
And as he slept the Witch amused for she was having fun;
She knew the game to win the Dragon had in truth begun;
For never could she lose those gifts imbued since the cradle;
And not a Dragon's plaything will she be while she is able.
The Dragon's sleep was deep and filled with visions of delight,
A wispy voice imploring him to "play with me tonight"
A Dragon Queen to raise a lust he never thought to know;
She proffered beauteous desires he had longed for so.
And when at last he did awake so sad a sight was he;
The Witch took pains to see him thus, was filled with such pity.
"Though I have lost my witching skills some knowledge I possess;
There is a place, quite far from here, where fancies are addressed;
And scenes of wondrous beauty fill each space your eyes may hold;
And you will find that thing you seek within this ideal world;
Residing there: sprites, nymphs and sirens all at your behest;
But we must hie, surfing high tides put trusty wings to test”
She rode him like a stallion but not a burden she;
But on sweet winds of ecstasy pure flights of fantasy;
And would his mind play visions wild of losses or despair;
She bridled him with witching charms to keep at bay all care;
But what she knew, her senses true, this was no mindless beast;
She knows he covets a true love, not flesh on which to feast;
For magic had revealed to her that thing to make him whole;
How he could serve and lead alike accept a master's role.
Copyright ©
Emmanuel Paul
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