THE DRAGON’S TALE
Copyright Catherine Farrar 2012
Callender Press Smashwords edition
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The dragon bemoans his blasphemies and blemishes as he lies hidden in the secret places of the earth. Even God cannot help him, nor the little angel, nor even the maiden he woos and swallows, then co-opts to destroy God’s world with him. Only Mairelaigh the little girl who loves him believes he is precious.
With her support he recreates the world (God hadn’t noticed its destruction – asleep by the fire listening to Mozart’s Requiem. Helped by some outspoken hints from the cheeky little angel and the one thing that had escaped Michaela’s firing of the universe, a hidden acorn, he repairs the universe and dances in triumph with his love. Finally God and the dragon are reconciled, and come to know themselves.
’tis true, I have gone here and there,
And made my self a motley to the view,
Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
Made old offences of affections new;
Most true it is, that I have looked on truth
Askance and strangely; but, by all above,
These blenches gave my heart another youth,
And worse essays proved thee my best of love.
Now all is done, have what shall have no end:
Mine appetite I never more will grind
On newer proof, to try an older friend,
A god in love, to whom I am confined.
Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,
Even to thy pure and most most loving breast”