Yearning to seek fortunes,
long since gone.
In caverns deep,
below the stone.
Nestled at the foot of the mountains,
in the lee of the Fae.
He was there before time was,
the ancients did say.
Walk upon ,
a dragon's lair.
Shiney gold,
and things so fair.
Mountains of rubies,
covered in dust.
Jewel encrusted swords,
that will never rust.
he sees a ,
single flash of light.
As the dragon catches him,
in his sight.
He flexes his wings,
and snaps his jaws.
Cobb webbs clinging,
to his outstretched claws.
" Speak now!
Why are you in my lair?
On your knees,
How do you dare?"
With contrite grace,
the man bows low.
" There are just some things,
I yearn to know."
The dragon flexes his wing,
see the tip snap.
" Beware human ,
there are traps.
You have one choice,
so take it now.
To save your life,
or walk the clouds."
He thought for a moment ,
as he looked over the room.
The safest path,
through the lair,
the chamber of doom.
He choses a sword,
with hilt of blue.
From a valiant knight,
who fought so true.
The dragon sighed,
a ragged breath.
"With this choice,
you have escaped your death."
" My name is Marrukkah,
and I am as old.
As all the stars,
that begin to grow cold.
I come from a land,
long since gone.
Covered with water,
and filled with whale song.
But I a creature,
of the air.
Could not go with them,
with much dispair.
So I took my treasure,
before she sank.
Now all that is left,
has grown cold and dank.
Atlantis,
is what they called my home.
Now I am left,
the world to roam.
Now you must go,
go with peace.
So I may feed,
then go to sleep."
He turns to go,
with tears in his eyes.
As the dragon moved forth,
to take to the skies.
Heart felt pain,
in the screams and roars.
Catches the jet stream,
above the shore.
It calls to him,
this voice he hears.
A young woman alone,
trapped in her fears.
She pulls her cloak,
up high.
As Marrukkah,
draws nigh.
With a great thud,
he lands on the sand.
Bids her to come ,
with outstretched hand
She walks his way,
then jumps on his back.
Just behind the wings,
all shiney and black.
The great dragon,
takes to the sky.
Singing a song,
just like a lullaby.
Of a time and place,
long ago.
That speak of a Goddess,
and her sorrow.
So back they fly to the foot of the mounatins,
in the lee of the Fae.
No more fear or sadness,
for the rest of her days.
Written By Ruth Anna Brown-Weems
Copy Right, All Rights reserved August 4th,2006
