The Dragon and the CroneA Story by Poetic LicenseThe Dragon and the Crone The old crone stood and watched the young in body, mind and spirit enter his lair. They never She turned her ear toward his dreadful bellowing, and her heart danced to the cadence of his fury, her soul delighted in the veiled power unleashed never in whole, only in glimpses of its potential annihilation. She heard within the hateful roaring, hissing, screaming cacophony, a kindred spirit. She heard more than the roar, she heard the pain.
Oh, the great dragon continued to make meals of the brave and foolish who entered his lair. However, he ever spared the old crone his jagged maelstrom of daggers. For the great beast recognized the only one who accepted his appetite and fearlessly maintained his implements. © 2018 Poetic LicenseAuthor's Note
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Added on August 6, 2018 Last Updated on August 6, 2018 AuthorPoetic LicenseChallis, IDAboutThere is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. - Hemingway Fyrene ond fæhðe fela missera, singale sæce, sibbe ne wolde wið manna hwone m&ae.. more..Writing
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