She ran through the forest, their words replaying in her head.
“Strike it down” They had said.
“We want it dead!”
The lying ‘hero’s‘ had hummed their agreements as they were feed.
She looked to the evening sky with worry as she continued on her journey.
“It’s time to take down the beast” had called the village leader, Ernie,
shouted of agreement had rung as someone called “and we must hurry!”
“Yes! At nightfall, the beast will be sorry!”
She headed to the spot where they had spoken of its ‘frightful‘ attack,
a tale everyone believed when they came back,
ignoring the marks they lack,
focusing on upon a messily burnt sack.
The ‘beast‘ rested in peace,
now the human’s noises cease,
having run off like frighten geese,
upon the sight of a little fire release.
Her eyes dropped with weariness, only to open alert a second soon,
at an addition in the sound of nature tune,
it seems this night of June,
is no longer a night of peace on a full moon.
Even with warning the humans never learn,
it seems for their life their lack concern,
as a fight, yet again, they yearn,
so what should it be this time, I burn?
She watched with amazement, as she grew close,
feeling neither the fear of an enemy or foe,
Kneeling down, low,
she ‘silently‘ set down her bow.
Now she was here, her thoughts strayed to what to do,
She needed to cast a warning, that she knew,
but how to do that, she had no clue,
if only she thought of that too.
The dragon rose slightly,
it’s scale’s, gleaming under the moonlight, shiny,
as the flame on its tail burnt brightly,
the only thing the ‘hero‘ had said.
The creature listened, aware,
feeling the focus of its stare,
after it noisily placed it bow down, without a care,
it’s nose drawing her, like a challenge, like a dare.
To her, the child is a mare infant,
its years and knowledge are far distant.
And is this how the humans are insistent?
sending a child when they failed, in their persistence.
Though with confusion, she questioned, why is it not fighting?
Instead, it seems to be reciting,
seeming unscared of the tales of my biting,
made over time, in spiting.
Now that I am here, what do I say?
the child though from where she lay,
to avoid alerting the beast she kept at bay,
but she knew she must acts fast as it isn’t long before the end of the day.
The dragon stood as she bit back her fear,
though the tales she heard, she did not think were clear,
she still felt more scared then she let appear,
but a warning she must tell before they come with their spears.
But how she was to give it?
She never did get that to that bit,
but as the dragon moved out of its perfect fit,
an idea in her mind, lit.
The creature decided, she would move on,
ignoring the infant with no brawn,
but as she is almost gone,
she hears behind her a sound of something to which she is drawn.
The child stood in the ash,
left behind in the grounds gash,
where her fire had burnt with a quick flash,
to heat up on the spot as the humans had dashed.
Watching curiously she waited, till the child was gone,
to see what she had drawn.
A picture of a fight to take place before dawn.
And upon her face, a smile is born.
The child smiled as she saw her success,
and as the dragon flew off, she let go of her stress,
now she could worry less,
and she better get back and hide, she thought, or be forced to confess,
The beast took off into the sky,
hoping this new dragons tales will not turn into a lie,
which she thought with a sigh,
And for now, it is goodbye…