Lagarto con alas de MurciélagoA Poem by Evilhappy write please read and enjoy under royal guard, she grants wishes for their riches a tax that only few can afford, the hoard of gold thus is the law as the king himself spoke: "The magick of our fairy princess is a powerful and sacred resource, for the elite nobles and wealthiest few, I will arrange an audience for you to request a wish, within reason and of minor impact to my kingdom, of course." She was slave to the whims of dimwits with limited vision in the castle keep as awake and alive as she yearned to be, their gold rattling nearly put her to sleep and the politics, the requests for maidens and knights, flying horses, saddle-broken unicorns, unbreakable steel, all these selfish boons, while ever-obeying the king's private decree no magick would last beyond the boundary of his kingdom, or for more than one day under pain of being lashed by a whip of poisoned thorns and de-winged for all to see the crown he wore was one of wicked gold, doubling as a helmet in war with two pointed horns To subject all people to his view of how the fairy came to be bottled he adorned himself as a conqueror his horned battle-crown and golden inlaid cape that twirled around his chestplate, ornate with dried rose petals preserved on the pattern of spiraling cuts, white-gold engravings that made it look at first glance as if the statue of some idol had been crushed by a falling star for he wore his status as a reminder, that he captured the fairy princess and made the first wish, to be the richest king of all the land near and far with which she made her own decree: "In slaughtering the forest and my kin you have shown who you are. Your lustful desire requires a powerful toll, if you do not pay for your crown you will bargain with your soul. This magick of sin takes and gives form to the fell, fear for a dragon, should you short the hoard below its skin and scales or the dragon will rain hell. Gold it demands to take such a form in this plane, thus gold it will demand to remain." The king had fed the dragon, resting in his keep, mountains and hilltops peaks and valleys of fortunes for the privilege he took as a possession but, time cannot be bought, and even the thrill of magick stops when it is so costly and flows freely with so little discretion the rich, nobles and lucky all became wise to the deal as long as you stay within his borders for a day after you pay you can have almost whatever you feel after days had passed the great bat wings of the lizard were felt stirring the dragon grumbled, shaking the fields miles beyond the castle walls the king's own throne fell from the tremors alone, brick and stone blurring as the dragon takes flight, unstoppable and massive, the king crawls the entire world shivers at the destruction to follow and he crawls to the fairy, to beg forgiveness, if he could only pay his debt tomorrow while the air explodes, the chemical heat massacres hundreds his cape turns to furs, his chestplate back to bone and his crown to the buffalo hood the fairy made it of kneeling at her altar, finally he reaches for the bottle above as the air grows impossibly hot, the king laughs high and shrill, all hydration left in sweat, he sits pale as a ghost on the castle floor a second from his death, he admires her one last trick no sign of the fairy or the bottle, clutching nothing but one golden brick. © 2021 Evilhappy |
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EvilhappyWaco, TXAboutI'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..Writing
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