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Once There Was A Little Boy...

A Modern Day Epic

By Grace TompkinsPublished 3 years ago 3 min read

Once there was a little boy,

Now he was a young lad,

He got lost in the woods,

And became quite sad.

His crying was loud,

His tears streamed fast,

His nose drip dropped,

How long would this last?

Now his screams were so great,

That far above his head,

Soared a great dragon,

Known for his bloodshed.

The small boy’s yowls,

Reached the dragon’s ears,

Making him curious,

About these tears.

With great power,

The dragon comes down,

Into the clearing,

Onto earth so green and brown.

The appearance of the dragon,

Startles the young boy,

He looks up at the dragon,

And chuckles with joy!

“Why a great dragon is here,

I’m saved at last!”

“Sorry kid,

But you won’t have a blast.”

The dragon knows true,

He sees this child's heart,

He regrets his decision,

And plans to depart.

“No no no,

You’re coming with me,”

His face turns bright red,

As he chuckles with glee.

“I know not what you are,

But I see your heart is black,

You go your way, me to mine,

It’d be best to not attack.”

“Now see dear dragon,

I know not what you mean,

For I am a simple lad,

I’m hardly even green!”

At this the dragon laughs,

A booming one at that,

The sound so strong and forceful,

He knocks the boy down flat.

The dragon's eyes glow red,

Steam comes out his nose,

“I suggest you dare not test me,

You barely reach my toes!”

The little boy sits up and fumbles,

Dusting off his shirt,

Now full of wrinkles,

And coated in dirt.

“Now look what you’ve done,

This is my favorite shirt,

It is you who started this fight,

…and you whose going to hurt.”

With that resounding line,

The boy's face morphs into evil,

His blackened soul revealed,

His soul almost primeval.

The dragon's smile fades fast,

His heart beat drums so loud,

The little boy feels his fear,

It makes him very proud.

“This is not your form,

Whose body did you steal?”

“Why does that really matter?

You know he made a deal!”

A deal is what he specializes in,

No more, and maybe some less,

They ask for things and he delivers,

But he will always make them digress.

He’s a man as old as time,

One who specializes in wants,

A beast among the worst,

Those weak are who he hunts.

“What do you want from me?

I wish to make no deal,”

The dragon looks dead ahead,

His mind must remain like steel.

The little boy's grin,

So unnatural for someone his age,

Grows somehow even wider,

Ensaring the dragon in a cage.

The dragon knew it too,

There’s nowhere left to look,

With one pointed finger,

He had him in his hook.

“You see my dear great beast,

It’s not what’s wanted from me,

But that of a kingdom,

Called Pear Alchemy.

They demand your head,

I demand their souls,

A bargain I must admit,

We all achieve our goals!”

The dragon laughs again,

Declaring him a fool,

“You have no true heart,

You absolute ghoul.

You have no rhyme or reason,

Your feelings insecure,

You have no goals you can achieve,

You only wish to endure.”

The little boy looks up,

Still sitting on the ground,

Playing in the dirt,

He doesn’t make a sound.

He simply looks up,

At the beast that towers above,

Smiling a little smile,

As if he’s in love.

“I do love a challenge,

And you present no easy feat,

But we both know how this will end,

You know I can’t be beat.”

“Although that may be true,

My nature is to fight,

I can burn your skin with flames,

And eat you in one bite.”

The little boy gets up,

Dusts off his pantaloons,

Grins up at the sky,

And sings one of his tunes.

A great fight broke out,

Moments after this,

But all you need to know,

Is that the song went like this:

“My name is Rumplestiltskin,

I’m the greatest of them all,

Make a deal with me,

And we can have a ball!

I’ll make your dreams come true,

Just ask away my dears,

Sign my contract darlings,

And put away your fears.

I will take something in return,

After all I do excellent work,

It’s my favorite thing to choose,

It’s my one and only perk.

So step right up and sign away,

Your troubles will be gone,

But of course I can not promise,

That new ones will not spawn…”

FantasyShort Story

About the Creator

Grace Tompkins

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