Once upon a mountain in a cave behind a rock
Lived a legendary dragon the villagers did not mock.
The dragon was a good one, kindly and subdued
Who lived to help the village and never ruined food.
They did not fear him; he saved them while they dined
From the evil conquerors out to destroy their kind.
One day after a fearless fight
The dragon disappeared into the night.
The villagers could not find him, their hope for life was lost
Only Anique still had faith, that which could not be crossed.
A small girl of only six her faith was the strongest
Of all the other villagers, she lasted the longest.
The village grew with gossip of how the dragon left
That he had betrayed them and left them all bereft.
They grew to hate him and blame him for their tears.
If a crop went sour, the dragon had been here.
They blamed him for no water and said he drunk it up
But if it were their water he would not drink a cup.
He lied in his hiding place afraid to be found
For if they were to find him, he'd be six feet underground.
They did not understand he thought, he wished to help them so
But that night so long ago
He had broken a wing; he could not help them, no.
He could not help them now even if his wing had healed
For they would not accept his help, that envelope was sealed.
Anique couldn't bear it; She was the only one
Who knew something had happened, the dragon had not gone.
She scaled the rocky mountain that towered so tall
To find a weeping dragon in a hole behind a wall.
"What's wrong Giant Dragon?" Anique asked sweetly.
Then she saw his wing, folded over neatly.
He moved his giant claws to hide his tear-filled eyes.
She walked slowly up to him and saw through his disguise.
"Do not worry Dragon, I will help you now."
She said with determination, but she wondered how.
She built him a cast out of wood, paper and string
And put it on him gently to help his wounded wing.
Then she ran to town, into the village square
And yelled out she had found him, alone and sad somewhere.
They demanded to know where he was, but she would not say
She said he would come back if their contempt went away.
She told them of his wing and how it had broken.
They became saddened because of his token.
They grew in knowledge of his love and wished for his return.
He heard their wishes up above and his heart did burn.
Once again among his people in the village down below
Their love for each other did bloom and grow.
His wing soon healed with love and devotion
And he flew overhead again with the notion
That he would save them from attack if occasion called
And prevent them all from being mauled.
This is the end of my story,
If you liked it, tell the dragon; He gets all the glory.