The Maiden and the Dragon

The Maiden and the Dragon
by Artemis J. Wetzel




A dragon traveling one winter’s eve

Did see a thing he could not believe.

A maiden with ivory skin so fair,

Filling jars with snow that had fallen there.

And harshly her tattered cloak did blow,

As she stood and shivered in the heavy snow.

So gentle and warm was the light in her eye

That the mighty Dragon began to cry.



And so a disguise he did don that day,

With selfless intent to take the fair maiden away.

Away to a place so safe and warm,

Disguised as a woodsman gathering wood for the storm.



But on his arrival to her home he finally did see

That the cold young maiden rocked a child, not yet three.

So the mother’s intentions for the snow now shined true,

To heat for her child now blue, a bath to warmth renew.

The great mighty Dragon knew that they must take flight,

Or their time would be up by dawn’s first light.



And so fast on his back did he bear them away,

And in the guise of the woodsman, with them he did stay.