When nights grow long and lights fall dim
The pale moonlight casts a fine shadow
‘Cross the pathways in front of the grand cathedral
And behind the tree in Helen’s Meadow
To set our scene anew once more
Mothers and fathers draw children close,
Gathered before the friendly fire
The Tale bubbles forth from long-worn thoughts,
Words strung and sung to the oft-plucked lyre
Wise words from rough tongues to desperate ears
Just one warm home sees silence then
Its riches a veil to hide bleak sorrow
For The Tale long told holds secrets dear
To the hearts of yesterday and tomorrow
And pierces today's with a vice-like grip
The daughter of Walter stares into the fire
Its crackling embers a restless reminder
Of Grandfather Friedrich, the gods-fearing Knight
And Grandmother Helen - his quest to find her
And doom-laden journey it turned out to be
The rumours of dragons had plagued Olde Vorlund
For decades before the armies marched in
Their crests aflame with glorious colours,
Their fanfare a growing, melodious din,
A cacophany borne of love and blood
Atop his throne, bedecked in red robes
The mighty King Halred announced loud and clear
“Behold! A call to all men of Vorlund
“Hear this, mighty warriors from far and from near
“This offer, unique in its time, is for you.”
The men of Olde Vorlund gathered around
Their listening ears silenced anxious hearts
King Halred drew breath, his standard raised high
Anticipation and fear in equal parts
As he opened his mouth to speak
“Our kingdom’s treasure,” his voice rang true
“Is stolen by bandits from the Northern Wastes
“I call on our bravest to arm themselves
“And travel abroad to that cursed place
“To retrieve what is rightfully ours.”
The eyes of the gathered remained fixed on Halred
Not daring to dart to the left or the right
The danger, now felt here, of bloodthirsty pagans
Made fully grown men crave for fear of the night
Or torture in dungeons at home
REWARD, read the image hung from the Great Hall
Finding the treasure not only for glory
The warrior who would restore Vorlund’s wealth
Would inherit a title, lands and a story
Sung by bards at home and abroad
Eight men approached Halred, on bended knee
Offering service to the gods’ chosen leader
Armed and armoured by the best in the land
And gifted a horse from Vorlund’s finest breeder
To take them far north and away from home
The names of The Eight are remembered in legend:
Grimwold and Stafn, the brothers in white
Falki, the trickster, determined to conquer
Friedrich, as calm as a cool autumn night
And Bekan, the selfish and greedy hunchback
Olde Vorlund women grieved as Bolli left town
While Dyri and Kali told jokes to each other
The Eight dressed and ready set north all together
While sweet lilting songs caught the ears of the mother
Of each man, a dirge drifting into the night
The Eight crossed countryside fair and rough
Young Kali was first to meet his end;
A bear thought nothing of gripping his head
And ripping his life away from his friend
And Dyri lost hope on the road soon after
The next whose clock struck was beautiful Bolli
A one-handed brute beat his head with a club
After Bolli took single-armed’s wife to his bed
Then cared not to carefully tidy his mess up
Bolli’s bed now has been made in the ground
The Five now remaining approached the Wastes
Expectant to loot and return Halred’s treasure
Bekan crept onward to rob from the robbers
The length of his life met the end of its measure
And Four woke that day without knowledge of how
Grimwold and Stafn, the brave pair of brothers
Led Friedrich and Falki towards Bandit Town
Atop a near ridge they hollered their war cry
Fear entered the village as they bellowed down
One half of the bandits retreated that day
The battle that followed was swift, fierce and bloody
Six hundred the number that met death that night
Among them was Falki, whose creeping and sneaking
Worked wonders until he tripped into a fight
And lost both of his hands before losing his life
The brothers in white and Friedrich the younger
Cared not to stop fighting while the sun did not shine
By morning the sight of the town was burnt crimson
The blood of the bandits caught up with spilt wine
And burned-out log cabins in every direction
The treasure was gone, like it never existed
An empty town holding now one lonely crone
Who said that the treasure had passed three days’ north
Ulred the barbarian’s treasure hoard grown
Stolen again by that fearful monster
The Three from Olde Vorlund resolved to continue
Tracking the man with his ill-gotten hoard
Across barren plains and through thick forests
They followed him, tugging his faintly-laid cord
Closing to grasp at the glory ahead
After one noon they discovered a strong trail
Signs of a scuffle there clear on the path
Excited, the Three embraced and moved onward
Ready to face the Barbarian’s wrath
And eager to grasp what was stolen at first
The opening glimpse of their quarry shook the Three
The lone-acting Ulred was less than alone
A lady in chains paced in time by his side
A beautiful maiden he’d made for his own
A desperate soul for the Three to redeem
The brothers in white found it hard to resist
They leapt out at Ulred, their swords in their hands
His legend stood firm as his axe found its mark
And both fell at once, their blood feeding the land
The Barbarian roared in a victory scream
And Friedrich, alone, hid behind a grey boulder
Showing no fear as he planned what to do
Gathering his wits, he took one final look
And paused as his eyes opened wide as a flue
For his sight was not filled with Ulred alone
The great dragon landed, the ground gave a shudder
Brave Ulred stood firm, caught with no chance to choose
As Friedrich looked on, the grand lizard attacked
In minutes the strong man lay bleeding and bruised
And a firm stamping foot ended one more great saga
The dragon, distracted by the screaming girl
Ignored the great treasure hoard piled on the cart
In one taloned claw he grabbed hold of his prey
And flapped his wings gracefully, using his art
And leaving young Friedrich to claim what was sought
But Friedrich cared not for the infinite bounty
For what can great wealth be when won at such cost?
He mounted his steed and stared straight at the dragon
They started at speed before the trail was lost
And Friedrich prepared himself to die that day
The dragon swooped low as they approached the sea
Protecting its prisoner by skirting the cliffs
Diving away, it took stock of the cliffside
And headed directly past massive sand drifts
Into a cave set below a large rock
Friedrich dismounted and leapt down the cliffside
Bare hand by bare hand he descended bravely
Arriving at the cave mouth within minutes
He paused for a moment, considering gravely
How he could save his dream lady at last
Grabbing dark moss from the base of the white cliffs
He covered himself, dressing up as a bush
He crept into the dark, every movement so dainty
Each step requiring his body to push
And holding his breath to protect his fair maiden
The cave was so deep and the tunnels so winding
Lost in the dark, blindly following the trail
At long last he saw her, tied up in the corner
The dragon had left her in his self-made gaol
And Friedrich strode up to her, one aim in mind
He released her so quickly, she collapsed in his arms
“My saviour!” she whispered in gratitude and love
In great need of rest, she pulled Friedrich close
And one night of passion settled from above
And Friedrich and Helen became one that night
As morning drew near, Friedrich woke with a start
The dragon was back and was roaring with rage
He woke up dear Helen, took her onto his back
And ran back to sunlight to take centre stage
To face down this great beast who threatened his wife
He pushed Helen upwards and onto his horse
Determined to fight off the awesome monster
From the top of the cliff he saw only one option
As the dragon looked upward
Friedrich looked down
And he brandished his axes
And leapt off the cliff
And struck true through the dragon
Saving his Helen
And plunging to death
Helen stared at the scene that unfolded below her
Distraught at the death of her only true love
Then she picked herself up and resolved to complete
The mission her Friedrich had finished part of
And she started her mount towards Ulred’s grave
She returned to the spot where the dragon had grabbed her
And looked at the treasure that Friedrich had sought
She picked up an apple and carefully planted
A tree to remember him of whom she thought
He who gave up his life so that she might live
The Tree of Friedrich still stands to this day
In Helen’s Meadow, not far from the sea
And their memory remains in tales and song
But words are not all of this couple we see
For that passionate night led to more than one seed
Helen took all the treasure and raised up an army
Who stormed Olde Vorlund for all it was worth
Then as Queen, nine months later, a new son was born
And the bloodline of Friedrich continues each birth
Ruling the people with justice and mercy
So here ends our tale of sorrow and hope
Of a brave young man who gave up his life
And as children today think of all that he did
They forget everything that they feel causes strife
And remember that love, faith and hope rule the day
Flying, walking, swimming, gliding, transport everywhere
Mythological, stunning, dangerous, deadly, cunning, amazing creatures
Chinese, Indian, Philippine, Korean, Vietnamese, European, too many to count
Wings, snakes, claws, talons, tails, teeth, features some have but others don’t
Blue, red, gold, black, white, green, many colors they have
Mysteries, stories, legends, myths, poems, riddles, the places you can find them
Fire, ice, water, poison, deadliest weapons of the cunning beasts
Caves, marshes, villages, farms, caverns, valleys, places they decide to live
Terrorizing, hiding, living, thriving, surviving, doing what they must
Knights, warriors, armies, peasants, humans all trying to kill them
Alas, they fail, the dragons seem to always prevail
Gold, silver, diamonds, riches, dragons are portrayed to have
Yet not all of them do, and the foolish humans get nothing but death
The dangerous dragons want revenge, but revenge is a sad tale indeed
Kind ones never experienced pain from them and are weak against them
Dangerous are killed for their ways, kind for their fortune
The twisted way of them, the life that is destroyed
Forever told, never seen, forever kept that way
There was a brave and selfless knight
His armour shone, exceeding bright
And sworn he was, for all his days
To do what he thought right
When once, upon a whim, he took
A shortcut ‘round a little brook
He came upon a pretty maid
And promise he forsook
For came a dragon through the field
The knight his mighty blade did wield
The worm, with flaming wings unfurled
Crashed hard against his shield
Escaped the knight into the wood
When save the girl, only he could
For life he deemed more precious, there
Than doing what he should
The dragon ceased her attack, when
Pursued by braver knights and men
She turned, at bay, and died to save
The young ones in her den
Judge not the greatest nor the least
Until you see the soul in deeds
But now decide, of these two, which
Was nobler... man or beast?
Raised on fables,
Of heroes and treasure,
Pirates sailing high and wide seas,
Finding beast of land,
Islands lost to the sea,
Of mythic beasts,
Cyclops and Dragons.
Mayhaps the child,
raised on myth and stories of magic,
Should be given,
Time to dream,
Before his spirit,
The legend Saint George,
No doubt was a Yorkshire lad,
Who said to his Mother?
By eck Ma that Dragon,
Has made me reet mad,
Best go and sort her son,
If tha thinks tha can,
You never know,
They may make you,
A prominent man,
George set off armed with bacon butty,
And fire extinguisher, on his back,
He also borrowed a pit pony,
That had recently got the sack,
Off to settle dispute wit dragon,
Known to all as Maggie,
Who had a reet fierce tongue?
Although her breast were quite saggy,
George travelled over hill and dale,
For which seemed many a day,
Stopping off for plenty of beers,
I’nt local pubs on his way,
He finally caught up wit dragon,
Up on Blakey Hill,
With only one intention,
This dragon he had to kill,
Nah love he said,
Tha’s caused quite a stir,
And to be honest,
Tha’s really not bin fair,
It’s time love,
Some bugger sorted thee owt,
As us poor Yorkshire folk,
Have now been left with nowt,
His extinguisher ready and aimed,
He set about dousing Maggie,
Finally putting out her flames,
Wit Dragon slain,
Folk shouted Hip Hooray,
Tha’s gunna be called a Saint George,
Cos tha’s just had thee chuffin day!
imagine a big dragon
Are you doing it?
what color is it?
"b-blue and yellow"
Blue and yellow. Cute! Isss it big as godzilla?
"no, it's smaller
likee the size of a horse"
Dats a smol dragon
I like him.
"its not smallllllllllll
a smol dragon would be like, a neck dragon
hes big, just not hugeeeeeee"
Ohhhh okay. He's a big dragon, but not huge.
His teeth are like little point pearls
do you see how shiny they are?
"why are his teeth pink"
They are pearls.
"but pearls are white"
then his toofers are white.
One of those pearls in his dragon maw
his little baby toofeers
because than you can fly with him everywhere.
Just imagine looking down through his mouth at the cityyy
as he flyyyys
and sitting all nestled in his lip
Blue and yellow leather
He could sing you storiessss and brushes his toofers so his breath would be warm but not stinky
"My small tenant" He says to you.
as you crawl out of his gum and walk out onto his tongue.
What is your dragon houses name?
"his name is roxy"
He's making a very silly face, sticking his tongue out and crossing his eyes to talk to you
he sounds silly too
talking with his tongue out
"Welcome Home. "
Roxy the Blue and yellow Horse sized Dragon House.
"Ready to slide?"
he asks you
he swallows you
it's very slippery and fun!
like a water slide
And is warm, but not smelly becaus he brushes his teeth
you fly over muscles and liquids and tongue and land on a biiiig trampoline
You can hear Roxy from all around you, quite loud "Having fun, my tennant?"
You are the small size, or a dragons tooth.
"uh oh!" He cries
you see fire from his back
it's zooming towards you!
"nooooooooooo run awaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy"
You run up towards his tongue and trip into the sticky icky
The fire is warm and tingles oup your back
then is over
and you standup, the back of your clothes all burnt off and your front all sticky icky
"I'm sorry, tennant"
"its oki roxy."
Roxy fashions their tongue like a staircase for you to come back outside
"daddy? Im sleepy... Can we finish the story tomorrow night?"
me too Babygurl. ^^
Yes we can
"ninighht daddy. sleeeepppppp well.
i love you"
I love you too baby girl ^^
You curl up in roxys empty tooth spot, he covers you in his blanket tongue. it is warm. but not stinky. and you drift soft to sleep
"Good night, Tenant"
"I love you"
"i love you ttooo roxy."
Time to let the dragon sleep
Holed up in his cave so deep
Put the toys back in their box
Close the door and turn the locks
The dragon's night is at an end
Morning light on dreams descend
Cease your roar start the clocks
Put the toys back in their box
Adventures tales are ours to keep
But now's the dragon's turn to sleep.
There once lived a princess so sweet and so true,
Locked high in a tower of lonely perdue,
But as luck would have it, one summer morning,
A brave knight passed, pride and armour adorning,
Hearing the girl singing deep malady,
He declared in most majestic rhapsody:
"Maiden fear not, I will come up and free thee
And ride on like wind to take thee to safety!"
And thus did the knight chop the lock with his sword,
And kick down the door (a most elegant lord),
And swoop in and bow down and get on one knee,
With offer of hand declare: "Princess, you're free!
Climb into my arms, let me whisk you away,
Let all of your troubles and sadness here stay.
My steed awaits, my castle's in Tuscany,
You'll be happy and safe if you marry me!"
"Sir you are kindest for letting me out,
But the dragons who took me are still about,
They roam the forests and destroy all they see,
They burgle your dreams and discard your body,
I was most fortunate, I got out alive,
But they chased after me and so, to survive,
To stop them from gaining even more power,
I locked myself in the walls of this tower.
Marriage won't save me, nor kisses and delight,
The dragons, they follow all day and all night."
"I alone can smite them and alone I go,
For if you come with me, they'll kill you also."
The story is sad, but the moral is
You can't save the princess with true love's kiss.
The princess must go and the princess must fight
And save herself then, with all of her might.
And when she returns and the dragons are slayed,
Perhaps then she'll be ready for the plans you have made.
For all of the dragons were once knights like you,
Who turned into monsters that broke her in two,
She alone has the power and knowledge that
Will slay them, and all past destruction combat.
Until then, fair Knight, you mustn't resist,
Don't ignore the lesson and merely persist,
For if you continue and try to pursue,
The next dragon she slays, will bear the name You.