This fairy tale stuff just flows out of me with ease and the cat can do it while he climbs some trees. But once more I will prove myself at the calling of dVerse here at my shelf.
Once upon a time,
When magic was in its prime.
There was a little town,
Who refused to follow the crown.
The Bearded King did not take kindly to such an act,
Finding the town in breach of their royal contract.
He hired Prumpy Witch to curse the land,
Wanting to exact his revenge on this rebel band.
She warned The Bearded King
That by doing such a thing,
If the town every broke free,
He would suffer for all eternity.
The Bearded King did not care,
And so Prumpy Witch sent up a magic flare.
Day went to night over the little town,
As the sky seemed to lower a cloud of fog down.
The fog encompassed the town from end to end.
Magic was also added to the fog's blend,
And it became as tough as stone,
Leaving the town trapped and all alone.
The Bearded King laughed as he got his wish,
Chowing down on a plate of fish.
Prumpy Witch warned him once more,
That not even in death could he escape suffering if even one broke from their shore.
The Bearded King paid and waved her away,
Thinking about the warning she put on display.
He sent his knights to round up a dragon,
And soon after they brought it back in a wagon.
Time passed as the throne was handed from king to king,
Each one learning the secret when receiving their royal ring.
As the tamed dragon remained on guard,
Making sure none so much as sent out a greeting card.
With each generation the town's story seemed to fade,
Before long all but one did not know how to even wield a blade.
They accepted that this was all,
And there was nothing past the fog wall.
That is all be the one,
Lee who did jobs by the ton.
His family had kept the notes from long ago,
And he knew there was more than the fog was willing to show.
He learned all he could,
And one day while chopping wood,
The fog wall seemed to dim,
And there she appeared before him.
The two seemed to be as one,
A spark setting off like the noon day sun.
Lee felt as if he knew her forever,
Then as if at the turn of a lever,
He reached out for her,
But she began to blur,
And fog surrounded his wrist,
Sucking her away into the mist.
Lee ran back to town to report,
What he saw to the court.
But all they did was laugh and send him away,
Not believing anything he had to say.
So he grabbed his sword and went back to the wall,
Not caring if it was fifty feet tall.
He was not going to suffer the blindness of fools,
Or bow down to any rules.
He whacked away at the wall,
Yelling at it and turning as he heard a cat call.
It meowed at him and ran off into the brush,
Lee took off after it in rush.
The cat hopped up on a rock,
Leaving Lee in a state of shock.
For an emblem appeared beneath it,
Exactly like the one on the sword he used to have a fit.
He spied a slot and shoved the sword in,
And the cat even seemed to give a grin.
It ran off as a cavern opened up below.
Lee followed it down sensing that woman's glow.
After a never ending staircase,
There she was once more staring him in the face.
She was entombed in a case of ice,
He figured it be easy enough for his sword to slice.
But a tail swung at him and barely missed his head,
While a voice declared he was dead.
No one would take the dragon's gift.
The maiden was his as long as he never let the fog lift.
Lee could sense her calling out to him,
So he sprang into action jabbing his sword in the dragon's limb.
It roared and breathed fire at his face,
While Lee jumped to another space.
He tried to grab his sword for another attack,
But the dragon turned and knocked him on his back.
It licked its lips as it hovered over Lee,
Gloating and buzzing about like a bee.
Lee reached out and touched the ice,
Finding her worth any price.
As the dragon decided it was time for lunch,
And went to eat Lee but received a punch.
His touch had melted the ice and set the woman free,
And she extended her arm picking up Lee.
The dragon roared once more,
As he sucked the air right down to his core.
He let loose a fire,
That was so dire,
It melted the rock wall,
Lee and the woman both took a fall.
They crawled under the dragon and there was that cat,
It did not seem afriad of the over grown bat.
The cat took off down the tunnel and the pair followed suit,
Avoiding the dragon as he yelled like a brute.
They made it outside and each became blinded by the sun,
But as the dragon came out they figured their troubles had only just begun.
Until the fog began to rise into the sky,
Circling the dragon so he could no longer fly.
It sucked him away and the town was free,
The pair went to thank the kitty,
But it had already left their side,
Unknowning to all it hitched a fog ride.
While Lee and the woman's spark turned to a mezmorizing glow.
It was later learned the cat had to send someone down below.
I guess a long long time ago,
A Bearded King shortchanged some old crow.
Once upon a time two souls met,
Knowing destiny as one was a safe bet.
Beating the odds and the overgrown bat,
They were brought together because of a cat.
And so another tale comes from me here at bush number three. These are always fun to do so I will thank the dVerse crew. The woman was left open to be who ever one deems fit as it seemed to work better than falling into some princess pit. So switch it to lad or substitue in your lass and that is the tale today spun by my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.