Dragon Tales

Once upon a time of old
when the world was filled with majick
dragons roamed the earth at will
and,
even odder creatures, still.

Everything seemed so normal
and yet,
nothing was as it seemed.

Witches brewed and stewed
their mix and wizards
cast their spells
Ah, ’twas a time only the bold
or fools would dare to
venture out without a care
for fear of all the
mischief and vexing dragon’s
moods.

But, a young maiden
sweet, fair and full of
life’s own fire decided
she would not be cowed
and vowed to roam the
meadows at will, as free
as those they all feared
she would not be scared.

She left her family
and villagers aghast
ignoring all they had to say

‘No, no, no’
thrice no, she cried
determined she’d have her way.

Out she skipped and soon
was free to roam the
meadows as she pleased.
Waist high in grasses which
moved and swayed
she skimmed the flower tops
and played, dreaming the day away.

But as the daylight began to go
she knew she too
must turn for home

When hence there came a
piercing scream from the sky
and all in a gust of smoke
and wings she was suddenly
plucked from the field
and whisked away
never to be seen again .

The moral of this tale of woe
is to heed the elders
them folks who knows
so much more than you
even thinks you know
you know.

~*~

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As this was the Brothers Grimm and most of their tales never had a happy ending, mine didn’t either because not all fairy tales end happily ever after, do they?
I had some fun with this

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Hansel & Gretel

They’d wandered the forest for hours
finally admitting they were lost.
Now… hungry, tired too and growing
more forlorn upon seeing the
shadows growing darker.

Not knowing what else to do
the two dropped to their knees
whence a cute little bird darted
out of the trees and seemed to
want them to follow.

Soon, they reached a clearing
around which were scattered
several pumpkin patches with a
small cottage nestled inside.

Hunger quashed any fear they
possessed but,
as they passed the pumpkin patch
they didn’t see those pumpkins leer.

The house was unlike any they’d seen
made of gingerbread and everything nice
brother and sister so hungry began
pulling bits off, not once, not twice
but, thrice.

Suddenly, the small door opened wide
and a friendly gesture bid them
go inside.
As she closed the door behind the
unsuspecting pair the old witch
couldn’t stifle a cackle:

‘We’ll soon get you fed and fatten
you up, come on, come on, sit down
eat up.”
She encouraged with a smile.
‘And then you’ll be fat enough
for me to eat too.’ She added
behind a rotten toothed grin.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo     *All rights reserved

Hansel & Gretel is a fairystory written by the Brothers Grimm. If you want to know more here’s a link. Hansel & Gretel The Brothers Grimm seemed to always write children’s stories on the very edge of darkness. I would almost describe them myself as ‘horror’ stories for kids. Not really my cuppa tea at all but, as it’s fast approaching Halloween, I thought this rather grim tale of theirs might suit.

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