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DreamEvil
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since 1999-06-22
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0 posted 1999-08-18 05:56 AM


Cradling Dragon's head
against her side,
the Lady
begins to cry.
With effort
He opens his eyes wide,
then turns to her
with a sigh.

Dragon lets out
a stenorous moan,
that tears
at the Lady's heart.
With pain his great claws
gouge at the stone,
tearing
huge boulders apart.

She's staring at Dragon's
broken form,
quivering
against the ground.
She screams defiance
into the storm,
as her heart
begins to pound.

Remembering
her ties to the Land,
the Lady
cries out her need.
Nature itself rouses
to her command,
the Darkling storm
picks up speed.

The Land pours
argent force into her,
a crackling
spasm of light.
It fills her up
with healing power,
in contrast
to Darkling might.

She straddles Dragon's neck
with her thighs,
then sets
her hands on his head.
Healing Dragon
even as he dies,
all unspoken words
are said.

Do you recall
the last on the bill,
the strong
but cowardly knight?
Entering the scene
for good or ill,
he watches
their wretched plight.

Deeply involved
in Dragon's healing,
she does not see
his advance.
The Land's power
leaves her mind reeling,
locking her deeply
in trance.

He's creeping up
like a frightened deer,
cowardice
his only shield.
With effort
he overcomes his fear,
Dragon's fate
will now be sealed.

Watching the worst
of Dragon's wounds heal,
he hastens
to place his blow.
The downward stroke
is fed by his zeal,
he has nothing left
you know.

His mighty strike
severs Dragon's spine,
the second
impales his heart.
The Lady falls back
laying supine,
the knight feels
his new life start.

The Lady screams out
in grief and hate,
dead love
leaving her hollow.
Willfully she chooses
her own fate,
her true love
she will follow.

Grief feeds
her silent rush at the knight,
true love
will always prevail.
Reason recedes
in face of her plight,
her grief
escapes in a wail.

That primal cry
spins the Knight around,
eager to face
this new test.
As he turns to the source
of the sound,
his blade takes her
through the chest.

Time stopped.

Stunned by the thought
of what he has done,
his new-found bravery
leaves him.
Dropping the sword
he sees her blood run,
and the light
in her eye dim.

Inarticulate grief
makes him weak,
he falls to his knees
and cries.
He finds the courage
that he did seek,
only to watch
as it dies.

Tied to her fate
the Land does react,
saving it's own fate
you see.
Dragon's and Lady's
forms do contract,
the Land shapes
their destiny.

Their glowing forms
pulse with light
and merge,
the knight
is frozen in place.
Their bodies disappear
in a surge,
the storm absorbs
every trace.

The storm was born
of pure Darkling might,
fed now
by the Land's power.
It begins to glow
with a gentle light,
the knight
falls down to cower.

The storm pours itself
into the ground,
the Land
swallows it whole.
With crackling might
and unheard sound,
the Land births
a brand new soul.

The knight witnesses
an awesome sight,
a shining dragon
is born.
Faceted crystal skin
glows with light,
that rainbow hues
do adorn.

The dragon looks
at the knight with love,
the Land
forgives him his sin.
It whispers
magic words from above,
then thunders them out
again.

Magic
rushes in from everywhere,
feeding the dragon's
first spell.
The hybrid might
crackles in the air,
fulfilling
it's purpose well.

The crystal dragon's
body does burst,
breaking
into untold parts.
Each piece floats
on the still air at first,
before
the genesis starts.

Each shard begins
to grow and expand,
new life takes shape
within them.
Graced with a sentience
born of the Land,
their unfolding light
grows dim.

From each piece
a new dragon is born,
every one
a different hue.
For the loss of Dragon
they all mourn,
starting
their own life anew.

You should know by now
who wrote this tale,
the knight himself
to be sure.
He gave up his sword
and his chain mail,
to be
a poet obscure.


©1999 DreamEvil

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Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings?
DreamEvil©



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Christopher
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since 1999-08-02
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Purgatorial Incarceration
1 posted 1999-08-21 03:46 AM


WOW! That was an incredible (and sad) story! I'm glad I sat through it. It's hard sometimes to spare the time for a long story on the computer. Usually I print them out to read them, but I usually forget to comment then. But this on caught me, and I found I didn't want to waste the time printing it out, when I could be reading it!
Wonderful story!

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Sanity is the playground for the unimaginative.


Lucie
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since 1999-06-20
Posts 1077
Houston
2 posted 1999-10-09 09:16 AM


My friend, I was lost in this story, your descriptions of the characters and the story itself were magnificent. I applaud you sir, your ability to keep the rhyme scheme and the meter in this poem I am sure was difficult. Bravo.. I hope all will take the time to read it.


Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648

3 posted 1999-10-09 03:11 PM


BRAVO, BRAVO, BRAVO, BRAVO! (one for each part!) Geeze, I feel like I just went to the movies! Very well done!

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Denise

DreamEvil
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since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396

4 posted 1999-10-09 05:20 PM


As Christopher knows, the final installment is a short piece in Prose. It has been recently brought up, so if you are truly interested in ending the tale and having certain discrepancies explained, 'tis there the answers are found.

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Now and forever my heart hears ~one voice~.
DreamEvil©


Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648

5 posted 1999-10-09 06:42 PM


Dream- OK, will do!

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Denise

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since 1999-06-05
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6 posted 1999-10-09 06:59 PM


A work of true epic proportions. Well planned and excellently written. It is an effort that any true poet MUST applaud. There are poetic appetizers and poetic meals. This is a poetic banquet. Well done, friend.
Soleil
Member
since 1999-06-12
Posts 113

7 posted 1999-10-09 10:17 PM


Wow. Now I have got to go back to the beginning.
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