Post 1456. Sunday February 19
Sunday Photo Fiction
I know where it hides. I have viewed it from afar. I saw the midnight sky glow gold above the hideous creatures’ lair as flames gushed from its gaping mouth; silver smoke twisting and swirling above the blackened leafless trees.
I hear rumbling and roaring in the distance. 'Tis waiting. Biding its time 'til the right moment. It will come. This morning maybe, or perhaps tomorrow. It will be when the innocent folk of this rural hamlet least expect it; whilst their fair daughters frolic unguarded on the green, or wander alone 'cross the glade.
I am ready. I will not allow it to destroy these families futures nor their damsel’s dreams. I am prepared. My trusty steed is saddled, eager. My silver spear is by my side, its point sharpened, gleaming.
I slayed a dragon in days of yore. So shaIl this foul creature meet its fate, for 'tis time the legend be reborn.
Very nice! This sounds like it could be an excellent beginning to something much larger. Well done!
ReplyDeleteYou never know! Thanks Sacsha
DeleteHey, don't hurt the lovely dragon, Keith!
ReplyDeleteTell that to St George - he sounds pretty deternmned to me!
DeleteLovely piece of mystical folklore. Let battle commence!
ReplyDeleteI can't wait! Thanks Iain.
DeleteI've nothing against dragons per se. But this got me all fired up! He needs taking down!
ReplyDeleteHaha! It certainly has very bad breath! Cheers
DeleteI love the valiant spirit of your knight as he is determined to keep the countryside safe if duty calls him!
ReplyDeleteWell, St George is the patron saint of England! No more shall young maidens be offered as sacrifices to the dragon as they were in the legend.
DeleteGreat story Keith.
ReplyDeleteTjanks Neel
DeleteI hope that George is still up to the job, and he is not too old for the final slaying.
ReplyDeletedid you really slay dragons in lives gone by?
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