The glittery gems which the princess’s had been carefully adorned, Had vanished together, leaving the pretty Lady bewildered and forlorn.From the very bosom of her being , came a wistfully heartfelt moan,A look crossed over her pretty face,

Used with permission for the upcoming collection:

Dreams of another world

Creative writing Dept.

Chatwick University

 

 

A Unicorn’s tail

 

 

In a world where twin red suns never fell,

Some wicked souls only did darkness now dwell.

Here, as a white unicorn took a drink from a murmuring brook,

Was still cause for a refined Lady to halt for a closer look.

 

 

She stood on a ancient crossing bridge, amazed with childlike delight,

While the suns rays played with her many expensive gems flashing bright.

Lost in trouble-free contemplation, she never heard his steps soft tread.

When a hand bumped along her arm, she gasped and the unicorn fled.

 

 

A handsome man begged the lady for forgiveness as he plucked her puffy sleeve,

His eyes locked in hers meekly, needless to say the lady was also a little naïve.

She unquestioningly gave him pardon, then listened to him with a trusting thrill,

As he serenely spoke, his eyes watched drolly, as hers widened with a chill.

 

 

She unquestioningly accepted his offer to accompany her with a sense of relief,

Since he had also pointed out that her finery may well invite a roguish thief.

Traveling down the path, he let her depart within sight of the castle common gateway,

Taking leave, He watched smugly, her finely frocked figure moved with a flattering sway.

 

 

Follow our story now to a dragon, who went for a walk this fine morn,

Although a bane wing had it feeling sad and self pityingly forlorn.

Being unable to fly made him unusually feeling totally out of retorts,

He had to actually scrounge on the ground for food, he had no other resorts.

 

 

Suddenly his mood was quite drastically changed,

It’s eye’s grew painfully wide, his nostrils flamed.

A piercing sting made him wince and tear,

Something’s sharp horn been had into stabbed his rear.

 

 

He whipped his scaly head to see who would have dared,

Be so flagrantly bold as to nail him back there.

Stood a recently napping unicorn, on whose silken tail he had tranced,

Wide eyes steaming fury, she shot at him a piercing glance.

 

 

A seconds thought, she may have been hasty,

Its not hard to make a fire breathing dragon nasty.

She flew out onto an old stone path in a mocking retreat,

The Dragons breath hot upon her silvery hoofed feet.

 

 

Through the country side the two antagonists did race,

Both of them thoroughly enjoying the venting chase.

Quite a whirlwind along their course the pair did make,

Autumn trees, leaves, and small creatures all churning in their wake.

 

 

Over an old mossy bridge, leading down to pair of distant castle gates,

The pair scurried across, hesitantly chasing unchallenged fates.

As across the bridge, claws scrapped, hooves clattered,

Two figures hidden beneath, had their content rest shattered.

 

 

A troll and his captive male both looked up outside,

An unbelievable sight, greeted their drowsy eyes.

The troll grinned evilly to the man, I must go and see what comes of this,

Your soul is mine, now do my bid, he said to him with a wicked little hiss.

 

 

Entering its captives peaceful soul, his face turning grim,

The troll became like a gentleman, its body now slim.

Leaving the bridge, stealing away into the twin suns hot light,

It’s narrow mind’s desire, to profit from the Unicorn’s plight.

 

 

Flexing it’s now long fingers, nimble and quick,

Their touch now feather light, unfeeling and slick.

With a heartless grin, the troll pursued the wonderful sight,

Determined to find profit from the duo’s unwarranted flight.

 

 

Now, inside the gates, spread on the Castle lawn, a party progressed,

Lords and appealing ladies having a fancy tea, all very elegantly dressed.

Suddenly a Unicorn and Dragon broke through the gates running unchecked,

Not an invited occurrence, the nobles stared as their festivity was wrecked.

 

 

As the Unicorn and Dragon bolted along the common, transgressing,

Tempers swelled, far from a peaceful tea, the gentry were digressing.

Bright gowns swirled as the court ladies tried to maneuver with dread,

Their vivid jewels glistened like pinpricks of flames, as from the assault they fled.

 

Into this mix, a man darted without his normal conscience or emotion,

His reluctant soul obeying what it knew was the Troll’s evil notion.

With a roving eye, he carefully observed the interrupted morning soiree.

Making sure the crowd was preoccupied so no action could betray.

 

 

A pony tailed, spoiled young lass from a nearby grandly rich estate,

Had retreated up a wall as the pair of miscreants crashed the castle gate.

A pleasant looking man offered her a hand, as he saw her in passing,

With her nose in the air, she granted his request, without even thanking for asking.

 

 

Two steady hands gripped her squirming, slippery silk clad waist,

He helped her down, apologizing that he had messed up her attire all laced.

He gallantly held up her long tress, as she grippingly bowed, straightening her dress,

Whilst her long fiery earrings momentarily touched against his thumping chest.

 

 

A lady clad in a fancy white ruffled gown with a glossy black sheen,

Had possessions knocked to the ground, as the mob rushed from the scene.

A kind appearing man, came from behind, as picking up her purse she leaned.

Generously offered to retrieve it for you miss, grinned this cleverly disguised fiend.

 

 

Valiantly he helped her straighten, watching her diamonds dangle and blaze

With a quick flourish he retrieved the strayed belongings, receiving her praise

Your much to pretty, to get yourself dirty, he said enchantingly, watching her turn flush,

While never guessing that her sparkly dripping broach had been stroked by his touch.

 

 

Following the same patterns, the Troll worked the crowd, looking debonair,

The chosen Maiden’s eyes would usually widen, as he apologized with a contrite stare

The noble Ladies smiled sweetly, showing him forgiveness towards his intrude,

Basking in the Man‘s kind gaze as their hands were kissed, hoping not to appear rude.

 

 

His plan worked to perfection, in minutes a half dozen were soon relieved,

With every venture, shiny baubles fell into his pocket from down his sleeve.

None missed their appealing trinkets being snatched away with stylish flair,

Since most of the crowds focus was still on the intruding, pursuing pair.

 

 

A maid dressed in long satin wearing a costly ring all sapphired and pearling,

Was next on Trolls list, moving closer, it’s long fingers uncurling.

Something came rattling through the gate, his victim turned, swirling,

Cornered, he watched with her, a golden carriage with banners twirling.

 

 

A princess from a neighboring kingdom appeared upon the scene,

Looking like a beautiful angel in an fantastic fairy tales dream.

Wonderfully fey eyes, golden hair framing a beguiling face,

To the party she had traveled, arriving in style and modest grace.

 

 

From a window she looked out, like royalty from a throne,

Her silky hair entwined with pearls down her back had flown,

This exposed her fine throat, around which was all was aglow,

Rubies and diamonds rippled like prisms, a thick shimmering rainbow.

 

 

Amazed, the princess watched the dragon in hot pursuit,

Fearing for the Unicorn, she disembarked, frozen quite mute.

A long satin gown softly fell into a rustling pool about her feet,

Producing a sight assured to increase a normal man’s heart beat.

 

 

She sent the carriage driver, Devon of Costner’s Mill, to aid the party all in disarray,

Watching him depart, the princess innocently, thought, I wonder if I should stay.

Then the roaring Dragon and the panting Unicorn came bearing quickly down,

As from behind the Castle the clashing adversaries came back running round.

 

 

As the pair trampled close, the princess turned and whirled,

Jewels shot out in glitter, as about her the slinky gown curled.

From forehead, to ears and fingers , danced colorful rays of light,

As princess’s go, she was really, quite a most hypnotizing sight.

 

 

Back through the trampled gates, the Dragon and Unicorn flew,

The crowd breathed a collective sigh of relief, as it followed to get a better view.

Meanwhile, the embarrassed the Princess straightened her thin tiara back in place,

Blushing, she looked up, while nervously sweeping a strand of hair from her face.

 

 

Then she jumped as without warning, a figure jostled against her hips,

The princess faced a man with a debonair smile who watched her questioning lips.

Taking her wrist, he kissed the back of her gloved hand with an extravagant finesse,

He massaged ringed fingers with generous care, while complementing her fine dress.

 

With shy embarrassment, she moved, proposing to break his grip,

Her garment catching on a foot, she stumbled onto the path with a trip.

She fell against him, feeling his steady hands upon her gown so smooth,

The princess looked away, never even feeling his finger’s nudging move.

 

 

As he bent down and started to tickle her ear with a deft whisper,

Her emotions rose, as she clutched her breast, trying not to shiver.

He stroked her hair attentively, making her face attractively flush,

As she surprisingly found enjoyment through his calmingly tender touch.

 

 

Along her silky figure, he expertly massaged quite nimbly,

The princess’s entire being trembled, beginning to feel tingly.

Losing her demur, she began to squirm and merrily wriggled,

His pretentious actions were rewarded as twisting, she quivered and giggled.

 

 

Expertly his fingers worked her over , without ever missing a beat,

When he was quite finished, gazed into her eyes, masking his deceit.

Watching dew like tears of laughter glistening on her cheeks reddening bright,

But for the pearls in her hair, nothing else shiny would come to his roving sight.

 

 

She felt lighter than air, her blurred feelings never revealing,

That more than her gentle heart this man had been stealing,

As she looked into his face, he answered with a mesmerizing jesters grin,

She smiled meekly back, not yet aware of the disguised troll’s cruel sin.

 

 

Ironically hoping that he was the one to lightened her of stress,

She regained her composure, trying to keep her emotions in suppress

Felling no guilt , the man asked for his leave with a stately request

Disappointed, the princess bade him farewell, still flush from his caress.

 

 

Before disappearing into the crowd watching at the gate, he blew her a kiss,

As she caught it in her gloved hands, noticed something terribly amiss.

Stripped fingers, she gasped, placed a hand upon her forehead to ponder,

The diamond tiara had also gone astray, her heart plummeted in wonder.

 

 

She realized that with him had gone all that shimmered, rubies and gold,

She now felt incomplete, bared totally by actions audaciously bold.

Not realizing how pointless were the feelings making her depressed,

For no sparkly baubles could ever match the real beauty she possessed.

 

 

Sadly she climbed into the carriage feeling used and utterly betrayed,

Thoughtfully stroking the place where her necklace had so recently laid.

Had she seen a trace of regret deep within his eyes, possibly coming from his heart,

Maybe he would return all that had been stolen, and apologize for his thieving part.

 

 

Her eyes eagerly scanned the crowd , as she missed her pretty belongings,

But only two small figures in a tree stood out, as the princess felt her longings.

When her driver returned, she bade him drive away in a voice all forlorn,

As she vainly rechecked the areas where her jewels had been recently shorn.

 

 

Wanting to see a dragon, two young sisters had climbed an old elm to get a look,

The younger , watching a robin, caught her fine string of pearls on a branches crook.

Her view blocked, she complained to her older sister with a droning call,

While untangling her expensive necklace whined, why couldn’t we have climbed a wall.

 

 

The older sibling looked sullenly over, a sapphire pendent hanging down,

Its much too high, and you are way too small, she scolded with a mean frown.

Spying a handsome man walking near bye, the 9 year old called to help out,

Startled at the sight of two satin dolled youths, he smiled winningly into her facial pout.

 

 

I‘ll help you ladies out, he purred with a smile that would give no cause for alarms,

The man happily stepped underneath and quite willingly extended his eager arms,

The sisters scampered away, the motion of their remaining trinkets anything but calm,

Drooling , he lifted them up to the wall , swaying jewelry pleasingly tickled along his palm.

 

 

Meanwhile the unicorn was growing weary of this game,

Her hooves were becoming singed from the dragons licking flame.

She dove deep inside a brambly thicket, regretting the provoked attack,

Her golden mane was becoming entangled, as she warily looked back.

 

 

The dragon tried to follow, not wishing to find other routes,

But the prickling of sharp thorns, made him soon seek other pursuits.

Shaking his head with a final snort of anger, smoke furling,

Gave up the days chase, his performance and pride sterling.

 

As the dragon ambled back past the broken gates, he didn’t dwell,

For some reason a crowd was throwing stones at him with an angry yell.

As most of the nobles entered into the steam letting fray,

One man did not, he warily slipped most carefully away.

 

 

The troll went to the bridge, carrying his loot and scurrying fast,

A Princess’s ruby and diamond necklace held within it‘s hot grasp.

The evil troll regained his true form, scrambling into the lair,

Giving back to the man his soul, as the troll smugly sat on its chair.

 

 

As a wide grin spread across its evil face, through pockets it sifted,

The Troll laid on the table all the flickering trinkets it had lifted.

Eyeing the bracelets, rings and broaches that had been rudely acquired

The man ruefully watched, his soul burning at what had transpired.

 

While the troll drooled over a ring with decked pearls and sapphires galore,

The necklace fell unnoticed, into a glittering heap on the stone floor,

The man in a willful move, decided to write the trolls final chapter,

Snatched the gems from the beneath the chair of his shocked captor,

 

 

The twinkling necklace the man disdainfully held aloft.

Dangling it in front of the trolls face, into which he scoffed.

Scurrying from its seat, still holding the pretty ring,

Pure evil was the look that animating from this terrible being.

 

 

The troll licked its lips, its eye wide with hunger,

Held out a sharp claw trying to retrieve its plunder.

The man stood his ground, he now held the fee,

Release my soul he commanded, let my soul be free.

 

 

Now, not far away, by a meadow of emerald green,

The magic broken only by a sparkling stream.

To this safe haven came a princess somewhat distressed,

Just needed some time alone to muse and find some rest.

 

 

The glittery gems which the princess’s had been carefully adorned,

Had vanished together, leaving the pretty Lady bewildered and forlorn.

From the very bosom of her being , came a wistfully heartfelt moan,

A look crossed over her pretty face, wishing a certain person to turn into stone.

 

Leaving her carriage, she bade the driver to please take leave,

As he drove hesitantly away, tears welled in her eyes, she wanted to grieve

Upon a moss covered log she sat, to ponder with very a fetching frown,

The swishing gown falling about her, like fresh gold snow upon the ground.

 

 

Suddenly, there was a surprised snort coming from quite close by,

Startled, the princess looked up, meeting a unicorns wise green eye.

The poor thing was worn, sore from gold tail to white head,

As it approached the beckoning Princess, neither felt any dread.

 

 

Meanwhile, the dragon, now parched, hearing the tinkle of a brook,

Ambled over to a bridge, from where a long drink he took.

Aware that his stomach rumbled for food that was not,

His sharp eyes scanned the area, while pondering it’s lot.

 

 

The man saw the dragons shadow, knew what it could portend,

Smiling shrewdly to himself, finally it may all come to an end.

Looking down at the troll who displaying unyielding refusal,

Never to release the man’s soul, believing he had control as usual.

 

 

But the man knew what must be done, he suddenly flicked his wrist,

Sent the trinket flying, outside through the brooks ghostly mist.

With a cry of triumph, the troll scrambled out into suns bright rays,

Watching the necklace as it fell shimmering to the ground in the haze.

 

 

Snatching up the jeweled prize with its crooked claws,

A shadow over its head , froze the troll in pause.

The look crossing the trolls face was best described as dim,

As it looked up into the red eyes of destiny bearing down upon him.

 

 

The thing of beauty the troll held, unable to honestly appreciate,

Was forever lost, as the Dragon’s jaws, eagerly engulfed and ate.

The man watching in awe, feeling his freed soul filled with pleasure,

While the dragon then ambled off, stomach full of troll and treasure.

 

 

The man hurried back to the village, to correct the troll’s sin fed acts,

To return the jewels to their rightful place, to set straight the facts.

His polite apologies the astonished ladies accepted with gracious curiosity,

As he returned all of their missing crystals, explaining the troll’s atrocity.

 

 

The man returned to every victim but one, that the troll had cheated,

He was missing the Princess, to have his obligated pilgrimage completed.

Leaving the grateful ladies of the court , he set off on his quest.

Finally finding the place where she had alighted to acquire some rest.

 

 

He watched in awe, the princess, as she was singing sweet,

A magical unicorn laying peacefully, docile at her feet.

She had carefully combed out the white mane, braided in her pearls,

Her hair now hung tantalizingly free, laid on her shoulder in swirls.

 

The long satin gown on the green grass around her was spread,

In her shiny lap lay sublimely, the sleeping unicorns white head.

She had been stroking its horn, her touch sensitively feeling,

What she read with enlightenment there, was strangely revealing.

 

 

It told her that a knightly hero she would soon meet,

Someone noble, who would come and sweep her off her feet.

But the same man who had taken her dazzling trinkets appeared in her trance,

She found herself once again in his grasp, but in an incredibly romantic dance.

 

 

Pondering the puzzle, she sensed a cautious approach from behind,

Turning her head, her eyes took in the familiar man now genuinely kind.

He was shyly holding out the radiant tiara, along with rings for her fingers and ears,

Recovering back something thought forever lost, She smiled through her tears.

 

 

The unicorn opened a knowing eye, saw something totally real,

At last, it felt, that the princess’s wounded heart would finally heal.

As his tender hand brushed the hair from the Princess‘s eyes,

Both she and the unicorn let escape, deeply soul filled sighs.

 

 

As the Princess looked up, she saw a fate sincere,

The face she now saw, had known would someday appear.

Someone to give back to her something that had been taken,

Something wonderful and bright that she had all but forsaken.

 

 

Taking the baubles she smiled, her eyes taking on a calm grace,

Placed a hand to her throat, sweetly asking about her necks lace,

He explained about how the dragon had, troll and jewels ate,

The unicorn smiled, thinking of his adversaries stomach ache.

 

The princess asked him to track and slay the dragon, please,

But instead, the man took her hands, dropping sincerely to his knees,

He explained that there was a gift more precious than diamond or gold,

Then into her tingling hands he placed his total heart and soul to hold.

 

 

Like two hearts beating in rhythm, the sound not always clear,

He gave her all he had to offer, hoping his love could adhere,

No prettier rhapsody ever existed, now or forever,

Than the music that now played, bringing the two of them together.

 

 

She had accepted his proposal with little hesitation,

No princess is ever sure of love’s final destination.

But in the end, she had finally joyously confessed,

His devotion was more precious than any jewel possessed

 

 

In a world were two suns will always shine bright,

Where Unicorns play and Dragons roar with might,

A world always filled with color, sparkle and life,

Where ones dreams and hopes come with little strife.

 

 

In this world, as in ours, where a beautiful princess named Joan,

Finally found a love worthy enough to give up her unintended throne.

Her prince would come from an enchanted place, no fortune told could reveal,

A whimsically reality, where the heart of a princess is all that he would steal.

 

 

Now, this is the end of our story, for those who have read it through,

But not the end of the tale, for like a ring of gold it always starts anew.

Destinies of bad meeting evil, Pure finding good will always entail,

Sometimes all it takes is a clumsy Dragon, and a Unicorns sensitive tale.

 

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