The Lady and the Dragon Lord©
|Anya Ligeia Rakoczy|
The cliffs she walks beneath a crescent moon.
Plucking the petals of a blood red rose,
And weeping for the love she lost too soon.The knight who sought her hand forever lost,
Her father’s men lay ambush, he was slain.
Without him, she is desolate and lost
Her heart a jewel refined by love and pain.
The beating of great wings blows back her hair.
She drops the rose in terror, turns to run.
Claws in her shoulder light but holding fast:
“Turn back to me, my love, my darling one.”
His scales shine crimson, hellfire in his eyes,
Wings span the sky and blot the moon and stars
“Know you not me,” his voice the softest growl,
“I said I would return, and here you are.”
Trembling, she looks into his glowing eyes
The promise that he made revealed anew.
He lifts the rose and puts it in her hand
“My darling.” She is awestruck. “It is you.”
“I am no longer gentle knight nor man,
My promise have I kept for good or ill.
I shall not stay, you cannot love me now
Bid me farewell, but know I love you still.”
With gentle hand she strokes his armored skin
“I am your lady always, you my lord;
Take me tonight, where you dwell, so shall I.
You are my Love, my Knight, my Shield and Sword.”
(dedicated to the One who is my Shield and my Sword, this 17th day of April, 2012)