Dragon Tale

(Another Chapter Poem from the Gypsy Tales)

The mountains loomed like hungry vultures as the Gypsy ladys wagon swayed on the trail her gaze searching for a forbidden culture; hidden signs amongst the rocks: whence a scale. This her task to find a certain Master Dragon whos breath lay like mist to the ground; a sweet odor like no herb within her wagon breathed deep within her all around. She pulled on the reins as her horses nostrils cleared with steam as air fogged so cooled and from nowhere the one all feared as land and air shook with words from whom ruled: Mother Gypsy, why do you cross my land: Turn and leave as I command. With a sly little smile she locked the wagon brake and climbed down to the ground not afraid and spoke I have a task to complete make no mistake for I am here on behalf of a Life Fairy of the Glade. The Dragons eyes sparked and wings drew tight as he roared: Who are you, human; that dare speak of this goddess? The Gypsy Lady beckoned: Look deep into my eyes, oh lord; for only there you will find the answer, no less. With its great neck bent downward, eyes inches away locked deep within shifting secrets from one to another; shook this Dragon as he quickly pulled away and hissed: You are not of this earth, great mother! We fought our battles centuries ago with many treaties signed and decreed, and it is too soon for the timeline flow to enable you to stand here before me. With a wave of her hand, the Gypsy Lady whispered: I am neither here nor there, but a task it be that brings me to you; we must confer: the Fairy of the Life Clan has a request, you see.

The Dragon snorted fire high into the air. You know, I can not refuse a request from this Fairy of Lifes care; so speak the asking on her bequest. The Gypsy Lady spread her arms and spoke, From hence forth three days shall pass that you or your clan disturb human folk and you shall meet the Lady at the glades grass. And with that she turned her back to the Dragon and stood by her horse stroking its mane then turning to alight once more on her wagon: And what say you Dragon, are you able to refrain? With its talons clenched and nostrils aflame, the Dragon seemed ready to roast the outlander. But as the air released from its lungs so tame the Master Dragon realized its inner candor. I and all my clan will abide the Fairys request for we are bound her and I for you see we are of the same crest. We live and die by kiss or a sigh.. But, of you Gypsy Lady; we must meet once more; for you to vindicate your spirit here on this good earth with your lore and aurora that you transmit. The Gypsy Lady smiled and fondly spoke, These are tales that are yet to be told: The Meeting in the Glade of Folk and of Earths Battle of Old. And with that her wagon she turned around as the Dragon knew in three days they would meet again on Fairy ground for the future surrounded her ablaze.

Randy Rowe Copyright: 2010;2012