6 June 2012
He knew he had a different fate, A gnawing hunger he couldn't sate.
The boy set forth from home to field, Courage bright and courage steeled.
He came upon a travelling man, Who's hand was torn across its span.
A wound so gruesome, never seen, The boy only wondered what it could've been.
The answer came soon after that, When he looked over a hill where a dragon sat.
No, not just one, but many beasts, Enjoying cattle and vermin-based feasts.
The boy beheld with wondrous gaze, The sight which never ceased to amaze.
The travelling man then broke his news: "You've travelled, boy, and now you choose:
One dragon below belongs to you, It's soul and yours are joined, it's true."
The boy set forth to find his beast, Moving first to the south, then slowly east.
When finally, the air grew cold, And he found himself before a dragon, gold.
It didn't roar or set alight, It didn't squeal or put up a fight.
The beast lay down and gave his back, And the boy moved on, ready for attack.
Both beast and boy were bonded now, Saving the world, would work ... Somehow.
Boy & Dragon. • Opuss № I