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Fairytale

Knights:
The dragon's cave is not far.
The swords are drawn
and seven horses running,
iron-clothed bodies firm.

“Because he is there
he will pay for everything
that he did and did not do.”

Knights are distressed, asking,
who will be the lucky one
to chop off the first head?
Will there be enough heads
for everyone to kill?
Then hurry, hurry up
let’s not waste any time.

Child:
The fairy tale is written
and must be fulfilled.
But among all the children
fearing the dragon, there is
somewhere a child fearing
the knights instead.

Please do not kill him.
he did not do it,
he did not eat anybody,
only the herbs and berries,
leaves, found in the forest.

Sometime when the people
came to the woods he was afraid.
Being too shy, too ugly, too big,
he ran away into his cave,
last of his kind, always lonely.

It was not flames from his mouth
but steam of breath against the cold,
and the poor dragon was freezing,
so rubbed his heads for warmth.

Sometimes when he was too lonely
he came close to the village
looking through the windows,
listening to songs. His only crime
was stealing hey from sleepy farmers...
the dried sun of summer.

Dragon:
It is difficult to be a dragon
my body is so tired and huge.
My back hurts as I grow old
and my feet are not what they use to be.

I would like to be a little cat
sitting by the fireplace;
but my scales are cold and rough
and people would never caress them.

Nobody ever calls me by love names.
It is so lonely here,
I would like to be beautiful and small.
I do not have my seven heads
to eat or to harm anybody.
I must have seven heads
so they can talk to each other
when I am lonely; which is always.

The stories they tell about me
to little children
fill all my eyes with tears.
It is so difficult to be a dragon
everybody expects only the worst from me.

For people it seems to mean that
when you are ugly you cannot be good,
and when I want to make a friend
everybody runs away screaming.

So now they come:
I hear them, I can see them, they come
closer and closer, they do not run away
and I am going to meet them
and tell them not to be afraid,
not to hate me...

I can show them my cave
which I carefully decorated
with dried flowers
to make it as nice as possible.
And my seven heads choir
can sing them a joyful welcome

Knights:
the swords have struck
and heads are rolling,
everybody got one chance
for the heads were seven.

And till they fell
their high pitched voices kept saying
some nonsense about strawberries and flowers

There were no flames, no fight
just silence and all that blood,
covering, like a carpet of sadness.

There were no heroes
and the knights were disappointed.
Cat would have put up more fight.

Child:
He never wanted the princess
but I could have come near to him,
to tell him that I do like him;
that I do believe in goodness
and that I also sometimes
feel lonely and sad.

I could have counted all his scales

Princess:
He did not ask for me!?

not that I would have gone,
but he did not even ask!?

It's embarrassing
and insulting and...

there's nothing to do with my evenings
one day is as boring as the other-

So I made everything up,
I lied.

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Comments

it is not at all easy to write a fairy tale in verses so applaud your thought and effort. I believe you have let your thoughts pour out in this draft and would be working on it to make it easier on tongue. Having said that the story line is pretty captivating where you have created a dragon's perspective as a friendly loving creature. Kudos to you
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raj (sublime_ocean)

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