Brightened black eyes, glimmering like black crystals twinkling in the water’s rippleswithin the stone well in the Queen’s garden.  Each ripple reflectsher faire beautyand naïve nature.  Raven silken hair, combed with a silver encrusted brush, still on her burrow, underneath an oval mirror covered in fog. Her pale complexion, like pure snow,covering the oak trees and forest in…

The huntsman’s clothes soaked through, pocket breast full of artery and aorta valveleaves a toubling stain like the jealous rage  of a queen who won’t let it go the wayshe, the thousand times more fair, lets her last breath go, alone in fox-infested forest—done with the in and struggle out,…

The world had changed. It was full of roaring noise.The sky was greyand her lungs achedwith the effort of drawing breath. Reluctantly her lashes liftedto reveal the hungry eyesof the man –dripping, dishevelled,strange-looking clothesaround his feet– who had woken her. Covertly he had crept closerto her limp bodyput a hand…

                                                                 Oh settle your tails and lift up your flagons                                                                 We’ll start a good fire and sing of great dragons                                                                 Of Rusty knight’s armor and fights in the forest                                                                 Adventures forgotten recalled by our chorus. How few still remember the Knight of TrafulgaThe time he attacked the green dragoness, Olga.She…