Dragon Flight

by

Sunnyone

In great medieval morning sky, he flies on wings of fire_
While deep within his armoured soul, there hides unknown desire_
His strength is known by all, and feared by those who prey at night_.
A dragon, such as he, could make the fiercest run from sight_

Upon a typical morning, flying over the Kindom’s lair_
He spotted, by the forest stream, a maid so lovely and fair_
His sight could prove an eagle blind, and as he flew above_
Her angel face looked up and smiled_the dragon fell in love_

The maiden had been stolen from her parents as a babe_
And to an evil witch she had become a virtual slave_
>From whence she came, nobody knew_the witch kept her under a spell_
The townsfolk feared the wicked shrew, her power was know very well_

That morning the maid was told to fetch some water from the stream_
And as she gazed into the pool, she saw the most wonderful thing_
A golden beast with wings of fire was gliding in the sky_
His beauty touched her heart_a single tear slipped from her eye_

The weeks went by, the maiden took her trips to the forest brook_
She saw the dragon flying_but never a closer look_
And then one morning she could feel the magic alive in the air_
She turned to face two golden eyes, and felt all the love in his stare_

What does a maiden do when fate puts a dragon in her path?
Especially one so handsome as he, and known to be quick to wrath?
So carefully she took a step, not sure what the next one would bring_
And then she calmed her silent fears, when she opened her heart to sing_

‘Twas a gentle lullabye he’d heard so many years before_
A song that only dragons knew, from ancient dragon lore_
On closer look, he saw her eyes were golden, like his own_
And then he remembered how long ago, a Princess was stolen from home_

A dragon Princess, just a babe, had been the witch’s prize_
A stolen dragon, turned into maid, held onto her golden eyes_
And now the dragon Prince knew well that fate had a plan in store_
And soon he hoped that he would be alone, in the sky, nevermore_

The maiden saw the dragon bow, and she touched him with a kiss_
Electric sparks ran through her, with a feeling of purest bliss_
Where arms had been, were wings of fire, she felt herself rise in the sky_
Together in the golden dawn, the Prince taught the Princess to fly_

If you’re ever watching as the night greets the dawn of day_
You may be granted the wondrous sight of the Prince and the Princess at play_
Their golden wings will briefly touch, as they come within your stare_
And then you will know_there’s more of truth than myth_
in this dragon ‘folk-lair’_

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