He told of
such wonder
He spoke of such beauty
He had a baby dragon
More than just a cutie
He found
her in the cold
Almost frozen in a blizzard
Just as he was foretold
by the blind old wizard
That was
why he searched
That was why he waited
Almost numb to the bone
Til the cold was clearly hated
He told of
becoming a hero
as he stole the Queens wagon
From the bandits in the forest
with the help of his dragon
He also spoke
of the time
of much uproar and clamor
As the Queen dubbed him
“A knight without the armor”
“And
for a long time
I even forgot”
He said with a sigh
“An Ogre I was not”
“I
do what I know
I know what I do”
“But as to the rest
I haven’t a clue”
“Shut
up you ghouls”
He shouts to the wind
“Those fables of yours
will no longer spin”
Then he bends
down
to tie his old worn shoe
As he whispers to the wind
“But still you continue”
Then he stands
looks to the sky
One tear falls
This was his cry
“Who
knew when I saw
a fork in the road”
“Of my wagons demise
The mules final goad”
The truth
of it was
the stars
were aligned for luck
This one for the bad
as the mules
both gave a buck
“The
rock in the middle
Sliced through like butter”
“More than a Home”
Over and over he’d mutter
The smile he holds
as he looks far away
Back to another time
Back to another day
“I
gave my dragon
the river and the seas”
“She showed me
the forest in the trees”
Laying in
a meadow
as the clouds puffed by
Searching on a cliff
from a mother birds cry
“If
only my fingers
weren’t so gnarled and curled”
“In my very palm
I once held the world”
“When
I held a baby dragon
And the warmth that she gave”
“These are the best of memories
I will forever save”
Leo Atreides
Sometimes
one enjoys
the simplest of things...
the simplest of times...