From a tower, a maiden weeps
lost in grief, broken-hearted,
by her hand, a dragon sleeps,
before them both, a land uncharted.
She needs to rally and raise her voice,
to be a leader, to trump the hate
with love and light, it is her choice
she hopes that now it’s not too late.
Across a field, she sees them gather
the dragon rises, ready then with fire to slay
“Steady, she says, “let them blather,”
“let’s try to provide an alternative today.”
And so, as the haters hate some more
they sing together the dragon song
of beauty, kindness, not of war,
and the haters know that they are wrong
to judge a dragon by how he appears,
the maiden spins light, it opens a door
(slowly their minds are shifting gears)
as through the door goes hate and fears,
and life resumes, much better than before.
If only. . .
This is for Secret Keeper’s Weekly Prompt.
The prompt words were: Dragon/Provide/Heart/Field/Hand