"Draidyn and the Dragon" by myself10:36 AM
“Here, here my son, sit upon my knee,
Now, what fair tale shall I tell to thee?”
“Father, tell me of monsters, a Princess, a knight!”
“Ah, then ‘Draidyn and the Dragon’ you shall hear tonight:
Long ago, not far from here,
an old man was trudging homeward
When he spied a distant cottage, which in ruins now smoldered
His rheumatics forgotten, he broke into a run,
Once reaching the ashen heap, he suspected arson!
When finding fierce claw marks on the charred door,
His suspicions were confirmed even more.
“This is Dragon’s work.” he muttered, and he kicked a blackened chair
When an unmistakable child’s cry pierced the smoky air.
The man feverishly scrabbled through rubble and debris,
‘til at last the wailing babe, from the ashes, he pulled free
“Hush, hush, little boy,” he cooed, “Protection I pledge to thee,
Thou art the son I never had, thine father I shall be.
Thy new name is now Draidyn, for thou withstood the fire
Avenge your parent’s blood, may it be your heart’s desire.”
Seasons passed, and the child grew, the man was continually amazed
For the boy could play in the hearth, amid fire and flame, unscathed!
In the man’s heart, he understood, why this boy alone survived
And the truth of his parent’s death, from Draidyn he did not hide
Draidyn loved to read the scriptures, to ponder his Father’s love
It comforted him to know he served a Sovereign Lord above
Whenever he prayed, he sensed God’s will for his destiny
To destroy Zathura the she-Dragon, who slaughtered his ancestry
Full well, he knew God’s call was clear, and shan’t be put to test
So at age eighteen he grasped his sword and began this sacred quest
Farewell he bid to those he loved, but promised no return
In the village he questioned many, of the dragon he hoped to learn
Rumors spread like wildfire through the villages of the land
Of a God-sent boy in defiance, of Zathura would stand
In this way he bore their burden, all hopes were laid on him,
Yet their fervent prayers were a strong support, though the task was no less grim
News reached the king of the little realm, the boy’s sure fate he mourned
But every knight in the castle, Draidyn’s foolishness they scorned
However, King Thaedis could not ignore the boy’s bold Christian courage
Thus he pledged, “if the boy survives”, his daughter’s hand in marriage
The trouble was, the daughter he’d had was long ago snatched by Zathura
So “if she still lives, and if he succeeds, he probably wouldn’t mind marrying her.”
“Is that not how all fairy tales end, at least all the ones that I hear?
Those say nothing of kings losing their queens, their daughters and all that is dear.”
To be continued...