The item you were looking for was deleted.
Poetry / The Consort Dragon Keeper (Analysis)
Chapter I
She is a consort to a God
And a rather blind God at that
He doesn’t see her -—-—
(Or the reason she’s there)
Only her practical advice
The God chases others
With less wit and more
Flirt, better for everything
Other than having peace
He then turns to his consort
The last constant in his world
For council in his courtly affairs
But he doesn’t see her other than
She has no identity other than
The wise Dragon Keeper
He enters her garden, sits
Within the privacy of her world
He tells his secrets, his worries
Shows her the battle wounds
The consort then contemplates
His troubles and makes a salve
Within her green garden of herbs
With candles and incense burning
And she (with her dragon curled about
Her neck and his tail draping
Off her shoulder, around her breast
Tongue flicking in the ancient language,
The dragon whispers in her ear)
From the depth of her heart
Offers the best advice
And applies healing to his scars
Then she pretends to be happy
When he rushes off with a friendly kiss
To fight the demons separating him
And the one who opens her door
And the same who opens
His wounds
And the Dragon Keeper
She caresses her dragon and waits
Waits for the day when the God
Will come home to her garden of herbs
And let her heal his wounds for good
With her knowledge and her magic
Made stronger with her love
Love made stronger with
The return of the sentiment
Chapter II
The God had returned again
This time long after his last
His world is falling apart
As Heaven chains his heart
The Dragon Keeper holds him
In her arms, trying to keep him
Trying to prevent his fall
Heaven inflicted his deepest wound
Whilst his court falls apart
Because of her treachery
He mourns for her, not wanting
To believe that she betrayed him
To believe that she tore his
Heart and his court
The Dragon Keeper alone remains
And she soothes him with her words
And her salves
But he continues to look only
Towards Heaven
As he falls asleep in the Keeper’s arms
He dreams of his Heaven
Her hair turned to fire
Her eyes turned red
As she eats his heart
Piece by piece
The Dragon Keeper hears his cries
And kisses his face
He does not notice
Her in his pain and sleep
Her tears mingle with his
As she wishes she could
Replace the pain
And heal the scars
In his heart
The runes foretold his downfall
And his separation from Heaven
But they also said that
The Dragon Keeper was not
Whom the Lord would love
Eternally
Although he would rise again
Chapter III
“Thus the spell be done”
She whispered, tying the final knot
And she buried it in the ground
Although the Lord had risen again
He forgot the Keeper
Tasting the again sweetness of Heaven
And forgetting the pain (once again)
The Dragon Keeper grew weary
Waiting in her garden
As the herbs wilted with the coming cold
Never a glimpse of the Lord
As the leaves fell from the oak
From the first
To the very last
The Keeper harvested for the last time
And performed two last spells
A cord woven of magenta dyed cotton
Tied nine times, tied tight
Sealing what she banished
Buried in the remains of her garden
To rot over time, slowly
To free her of her pain
Her doting upon the Lord
Her love of the one who didn’t see her
Her final spell
The strongest she ever cast
A blend of the wilted herbs
Stagnant water of the fountain
And a dragon scale
Boiled together under the dying moon
Its final crescent slowly fading
She drank of this noxious potion
And began to change
She watched herself in the reflection
Of the fountain (his gift to her long ago)
She cried out in pain as the bones rearranged
And leathery wings sprouted
Between her shoulder blades
Scales covered her lengthening face
And a forked tongue flickered
To taste the evening air
As the changes completed
Dragon strength replaced
Human weakness
She admired her new form
And felt pleasure from the transformation
Pleasure in the reflection she before hated
Scales luminescent in the rising moon light
Replacing easily tangled hair and skin
She savored the tingling under her armor
A sensation she never felt before
The relaxation of the new muscles
That replaced weary tense ones
The sensation of wings
When there was none before
The freedom from thought
The joy of simple desires
Of food, drink, sleep, and lust
None of this other human rubbish
The last human thought
“Now I don’t need it…”
Would be remembered
But stored away from sight
The meaning long forgotten
Her dragon watched without surprise
And joined her as an equal
No longer hers to keep
But her mate
“What’s this, a human about?”
She tasted his scent on the wind
“Now its time to fly” her mate said
“Let’s go far away, leave your pain behind”
No longer bound to the earth
(Nor human emotions or thoughts)
The Dragoness unfurled her wings
And was borne again
Borne to the sky and freedom
What a feeling!
Chapter IV
He watched as the dragon stretched and preened
Not caring that its tail was
Mindlessly wreaking the garden
And the other watching warily
And he ran towards it, sword drawn
And the Lord watched
The dragons flew into the waning moon
He saw the Keeper’s remains on the ground
The tattered cloth once clothing
And he cursed the death
Of his healer
His secret-keeper
His last resort when all else failed
“No dragon shall enter my kingdom
For they only bring betrayal!”
The Lord exclaimed
Thinking the Keeper’s dragon
Had turned on its master
He glanced about the garden
Looking at the destruction caused
By the dragon’s departure
Torn up path and earth
Statues of Gods knocked over
The crushed fountain, water draining away
He then left the garden
Not noticing the preparations
So obviously made for departure
Such as
The herbs dug up
The patches raked
And the altar packed away
He returned home to his love
His Heaven on earth
And they enjoyed the sweetness of lust
As the first snowflakes fell outside
The warmth of his castle
True to his words…
A dragon never was seen
Flying over his kingdom again
Unfortunately, Heaven’s knife
Struck again and again
And the blood stains never washed out
Of the sheets of their bed
But were simply ignored
And the scars even larger than before
Epilogue I
Far away, a dragoness slept
A cave filled with gold and jewel
Not a dream of the lord
But of the skies she flew
The new Queen of Dragons
Never to return from where she came
Because she didn’t remember where
In the late Keeper’s garden
A peace lily bloomed
Rooted among the crushed
Remains of the fountain
Chapter V
Long after the human came and gone
His smell wafted away in the breeze
The Dragoness was still in flight
Ecstatic over her new-found
Abilities of flight and freedom
Flying over a far away mountain range
A Dragon joined her in her flight
Sensing her joy and naiveté
He followed her
She welcomed him
For he didn’t reek of human
Yet was familiar
Once she had found her new home
He brought her treasure
And gentle caresses
For the mating season was coming
Winter passed and turned to spring
And the season began
Her blood boiled
But did it boil for this Dragon?
Her Dragon?
Did he succeed in his winter courtship?
The Dragoness watches the stars carefully
Waiting for the right time to mate
Waiting for the right night
To join the Dragon in his cavern
Beltane comes fast
But she does not have to mate this year
Chapter VI
A week and three day
After the First of May
The Dragoness had yet to mate
The Knight stood over his trophy
The Fallen Dragoness
In her weakness she returned
To her original birth form
Only months after her change
The Knight watches in awe
As the Dragoness shrinks
And sheds and changes
Leaving behind only human
The Knight falls in love
With the helpless Dragon Keeper
Naked in her re-birth
While in the darkness of unconsciousness
The Dragon Keeper weeps
For her lost form and strength
For even in sleep she knew
She had lost her freedom
When the Dragon Keeper awakes
She finds herself floating in a bed of down
Lying next to her was the Knight
Handsome and caring
And she accepted his embrace
The warmth she needed
Then she noticed the shackles
Surrounding her ankles
Padded to protect her skin and bone
Lined with softness
The Dragon Keeper accepted her fate
When she could deny it no longer
When the shackles couldn’t be removed
Too hard to be broken
She continued to embrace the Knight
For what choice did she have?
Her captor
But she continued to fly in her dreams
For that was when she was truly happy
Epilogue II
The woman sits at the window
Watching the snow fall
You need to log in to urbis or create an urbis account to review this writing.
Reviews
Sort Reviews by Newest | Oldest | Highest Quality | Lowest Quality | Newest Comments |
This 81 word review has not been unlocked.
This 36 word review has not been unlocked.
This 50 word review has not been unlocked.
Very well done, although slightly long and a little too dragon oriantated, but also very beautiful.
- add/view comments (0)
This 34 word review has not been unlocked.
This 16 word review has not been unlocked.
I’m assuming that this is going to be an epic poem when you finish and I must say that as far as epic poems go, this is extremely interesting. Theere really isn’t much for me to comment on, except that fact that God, unless it’s referring to the Christian diety, is usually lower case. I can’t wait to review more. Keep writing!
This 169 word review has not been unlocked.
Showing 1 - 8 of 8
Review item
Add to faves
GENERAL
REVIEW QUEUE
Ratings & Rankings
| Version 2 |
| Version 1 |