Fairytale

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Within the tower,
Imprisoned.
Counting each hour,
Sits the monarch
Bespelled.
Waiting for a spark,
Dreaming of rescue,
Wishing on fallen stars
For a daring coup.
Aid finally calls,
Shattering spells.
Returned to his halls,
The monarch bestows
Honors on her,
His valiant knight.

 

 Written for dVerse.

 

Wretched Road

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 Under caliginous twilight,
where stars bestow no light
nor friendly voices sound,
the wretched road wound
through twisted trees
with fitful breeze
and fearful shivers,
over treacherous rivers
to the dragon’s abode.
There the knight rode;
she wounded the dread brute,
liberating the route.

 

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Empower

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Within the castle’s rough hewn towers,
we fled to escape the ogre’s glower,
raising the drawbridge against its power;
yet it stands there ready to devour.
So through the murky twilight we scour
the lanes and hills and fields of flowers.
Growing more fearful by the hour,
searching for one who will not cower.
But who can rescue us from this bower?
Just when things are most dark and dour,
bright hope suddenly upon us showers.
In the distance, on a horse white like flour,
riding tantivy, the knight is racing to empower;
to free us; to make the night sweet, instead of sour.
The ogre bellows, but the knight allows her
blade to fall upon the loathsome prowler
and thus she swiftly overpowers
the fiend and we are free! And now her
deeds are widely known throughout our
castle’s rough hewn towers.

 

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Freeing the Bridge

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Wild weeds grow o’er the road
for no creature lingers here,
no sound of finch nor toad,
just the dank stench of fear.
But the bridge still stands robust
a delightful spot for a stroll.
Yet, the pleasant sight spawns mistrust,
for under the bridge dwells the troll,
with a chilling baleful glare
and razor pointed teeth ready to bite.
Only fools venture there,
arrogant fools - and the knight,
with a sword and a shield
and an iron will that refuses to flee,
the troll is forced to yield
to her and at last the road is free.

The Wyrm and the Knight

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Dank and dark and drear

Lack of light down here

Steep and slick with slime

Sides too treacherous to climb

Grim and ghastly through the gloom

Wyrm that ushered us to the tomb

Bold and brave: the knight 

She set the wyrm to flight

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Deepening Night

From deepening night
Shadows of snatching and catching
Reach past the locked door
      They won't stop at the locked door
We turn away in fear
When a shout wakes the stars
Dimly we see the knight
Conquering the perilous shadows
Fleeing defeated before her

The Dragon

The dragon’s tail curls in a knot

Around its victims securely caught

While the knight rides tantivy so high

Up the steep mountain road to the sky

No thought of stopping ’til the battle is done

And she has rescued the captives every one

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The Knight

When the cockatrices fly forth

Or banshees scream in the north

Causing folk to bolt their doors

Against monsters they abhor

’Tis the cue to call the knight

And watch for that armor bright

Riding tantivy to give aid

However she can with her blade

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Reflected

Causeway through the sea runs wide

With glinting water either side

Only thread between pier and castle

Parted by water's glimmering babble

In this fluttering mirror appears

Shadow of the sky austere

Silhouette of a knight riding tantivy

Her armor flashing in the sea

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