A sort of beauty and the beast story
|One day while walking in the woods,
I saw a sight I will never forget.
Which gave me quite a fright.
Laying next to an old oak,
Black as night,
Scales rough but somehow sooth,
And wings made of the finest leather,
He lay there watching me pass.
I began to run,
But then paused when I saw what lay draped over his massive arm.
A woman with long legs and flowing hair.
Her clothes had been stripped from her,
But her skin looked unscathed.
I stopped and looked,
For one does not lay with dragons,
Unless he is seeking death.
The woman had a smile upon her face though,
And her skin still had the pink hue of life.
And perhaps foolishly,
I stepped closer to the beast.
As I did so the beast raised its head,
And watched me with its piercing green eyes.
The woman stirred and I spoke quickly,
Still fearing for her life.
"My lady stay still,
You can have my shirt to cover yourself."
Without a word she sat up,
And put her hand out for my shirt.
The dragon let out a low growl
And stood next to her.
Then with one look to the woman
He flew away,
Blowing the trees as if in a storm.
I watched in amazement as the beast flew into the sun,
And then disappeared within its rays.
"My lady you..."
But no fair lady with long legs
And flowing hair sat in the grass with me.
I searched around the oak,
I called to her behind rocks and tall grass.
When my search turned to nothing I smiled and remembered,
"One does not lay with dragon's unless he is seeking death."
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