Whispering Pond

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A mysterious pond where a battle is fought! But what happened?

Submitted: January 02, 2016

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The night bore frost and the moon was lost

To stalking clouds in the mystic sky

And at the witching hour came a terrible sound,

It was the sound of a battle cry.

 

An aging knight on his trusty steed

Rode to the base of Woockmann’s Glenn.

A clover meadow with spreading trees,

Revered by dragons and loved by men.

 

There they met by the whispering pond,

To be done, or be done in.

Should chivalry die, or dragons that fly,

Would the knight or the dragon win?

 

Flashes of sword were seen in the light

Of the dragons consuming flame

And all drew near at the break of day

To know the victor’s name.

 

Yet none could see how the battle went,

No dragon or knight was found.

There was no blood, green or red,

 Anywhere on the ground.

 

Then sounds of laughter rose from the pond

And whispers were heard, here and there,

The water grew dark and began to boil

As a greenish fog took to the air.

 

The dragons shivered and solders quaked

And everyone fled the glen,

Never to return to the whispering pond,

That place that swallows dragons and men.

 


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