Open Poetry #3 |
DragonMyth Part4-the Epilogue |
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since 1999-06-22
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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 ------------------ Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings? DreamEvil© |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
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! ------------------ Sanity is the playground for the unimaginative. |
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Lucie Senior Member
since 1999-06-20
Posts 1077Houston |
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. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
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BRAVO, BRAVO, BRAVO, BRAVO! (one for each part!) Geeze, I feel like I just went to the movies! Very well done! ------------------ Denise |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
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. ------------------ Now and forever my heart hears ~one voice~. DreamEvil© |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
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Dream- OK, will do! ------------------ Denise |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
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. |
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Soleil Member
since 1999-06-12
Posts 113 |
Wow. Now I have got to go back to the beginning. |
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