Genre: Rhyme, History, Society, Drama
by Tabitha Baumander
Through the marvellous mists of midnight.
Like a wondrous tale of yore.
Came the merchant with his wagon.
Came the soldiers.
Came the poor.
I asked them why they wandered,
Through the dark and dangerous night?
What profit did it bring them?
This strangely moon bathed flight.
We’re searching for a dragon.
A sorcerer, a king.
Of course they’d never seen it.
It could be anything.
It is always just beyond us.
Claimed a sprightly moon fed boy.
I’ve heard that when we find it,
The sun will cry with joy!
With a silent smile I bade,
“Good luck upon your quest.”
Then turned my back upon them,
And went home to my own rest.
Away the company wandered.
From dell to misty dell.
I don’t think they’ll ever find it.
And perhaps it’s just as well
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