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Jun 2016
As we laid there in the cool cave, winter far behind
And in the heat of the day this coolness was hard to find
I was starting to see this knight as one of a kind

I just had to ask, "What about your wife"
He gave me a look of sadness and grief, that cut like a knife

"She had died giving birth
My son was the only one I had left on this earth
With his death my life has no worth"

He stretched out his hand and stroked my ravin hair
A look come over his face like he didn't have a care
"Please my beautiful witch come here"

He pulled me closer, I put my hands on his chest
I made a feeble attempt to push away, but his hand was now on my breast
And he started to caress

He took off my cowl and kissed every inch
At every brand and scar I would flinch
We made love to the song of a finch

He was so gentle so kind
I rested my head it on his chest I could hear his heart beat, he said it was mine
We slept tangled up with each other until it was time

We awoke just before sunset, I picked some roots and berries
And pack some for us to carry
I smiled as I thought of how his chest was so hairy

As we set down to eat
I knew there was more to his feat
Than just steeling that horse
So more questions I had of course

I just had to ask "what is it you plan to do with this black creature
With it's dark seeded nature
Being it's greatest feature"

So he explained what it was that he did need
The horse's great speed
Because on top of that steed

He could chase down the white dragon LEANA to catch it
The part he was trying to omit
Was killing that wonderful creature, he thought it was only way, he finally had to admit

"What do you need so badly from this great dragon, it's gold?"
I stomped over to him my finger poking he's breastplate "are you really that cold"
He backed up violently shaking his head no

"What I need is one of her rib bones
It's part of a legend that is unknown"

"With it I can fashion a sword
That will imprison the dark lord"

"With it lodged in his side
He can never again come outside
In he's fiery hell hole he'll have to hide"

I sat down and cried

There has to be another way
than killing such a wondrous creature
There has to be another procedure
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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   ---, Stephan and Keith Wilson
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