The Ballad of the Dragon SlayerA Poem by Rose of Gondornarrative poemOnce upon a time, That is how it starts, Always that sweet rhyme, Stealing and breaking hearts. A story from a forgotten age, A tale of danger and daring, Of heroes on a history book page, Of a ballad they used to sing. Over the shadows of forests bleak, There lies a kingdom of old. Beneath the mountain’s tallest peak, Where the sun shimmers like gold. In peace they lived and in prosperity, For the land provided many treasures: Diamonds waiting to be freed, Silver and gold beyond measure. Yet peace did not last in the world of men, And out of the south an evil came, A darkness plaguing the meadows and glen, A dragon, a creature of shadow and flame. With yellow teeth and golden eyes, And scales glittering like precious gems, Killing with a heart of ice, Those that he condemns. And the people fled, They had no other choice. For their homes they wept, Calling out with broken voice. “We will overcome evil,” they vowed, “And when sun shines once more, we will return.” And they stood still and tall and proud, Unshed tears shining as the city burned Yet from these threads of tears and pain, Was woven a great hero. A character emerging again and again, Sculpted by times of sorrow It was surprising to say the least For the hero was but a man Who volunteered to face the monstrous beast And vowed to fight as best he can From out of the fire, cloaked in black Came a stranger without a name Sturdy bow slung across his back And arrows fletched with flame “I am a man like no other, you see,” He announced to the street, “I know that you all want to be free Of your fire-breathing beast.” He kept his word, and went to the creature’s lair To the top of the ivory citadel Up many flights of winding stair Where the dragon had chosen to dwell And fitting an arrow to his string He uttered a prayer to the sky He raised his voice and began to sing And let the arrow fly Golden eyes opened too late To war already waged The silent fury of a dragon’s rage Upon the arrow’s fate There was a great shrill cry That shook the earth’s crust And rolling gray clouds gathered in the sky Leaving behind the dust When the villagers came to thank the stranger It was as if no one came There was no familiar face or danger Only an arrow fletched with flame And thundered volleyed overhead Rain fell from the skies above Toward the earth the droplets sped Telling that ancient story of Once upon a time, That is how it starts, Always that sweet rhyme, Stealing and breaking hearts. © 2013 Rose of GondorAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on May 7, 2013 Last Updated on May 7, 2013 AuthorRose of GondorNCC-1701 U.S.S. Enterprise, AntarcticaAboutPreviously known as Phantom Rose. Hi guys! I figured I should change my profile now that it's been a bit. Anyway. I'm an Asian girl with a lot of interests in various forms of art performing, v.. more..Writing
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