Yet Undreamed… a dark poem

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YET UNDREAMED

He ambiguously confessed his love.

She expressed hers without ambiguity.

Seducing, she’s not from above?

Tormented, was this his fortuity?

Conquered was he, now victim of,

Her ensnarement of warped promiscuity.

 

In this, there can be no valor!

In this, oh you of wicked heart.

Prying eyes see all in this matter.

Practiced are you with the dart.

Supple the wrist, ever the tracker,

Precision of aim, never athwart.

 

Too late, for the anvil did fall,

As with edges sharpened by fiend.

You’re the monster who lives in us all.

For in this your degree is esteemed.

Alas, final breath do we call.

This is nightmare for that yet undreamed!

The Szechuan Dragon… a short story

THE SZECHUAN DRAGON

Dragon

Part three…

Not really thinking about how stupid the idea was I got out the pool cover and spread it over the pool.  I ensured it was very tightly drawn.  I next went to my buddy’s house and asked to borrow his crossbow.  Now, I’m not much of a hunter, but I do enjoy shooting targets and especially shooting his crossbow.  I didn’t tell him what I was planning to do.  I hadn’t even told him or anybody else what had been happening all these weeks, now months.  No, I just ask and he gave.  Naturally, I was a bit apprehensive in carrying out the plan, but what more could I do?  Strange, we didn’t see or hear the dragon for several days.  One morning, however, I grabbed a cup of coffee and went out on the back deck to enjoy the summer sun and read my paper.  I nearly dropped my coffee when I saw the pool cover.  Yep, it was ripped to shreds.  Those things are expensive!  My heart was hardened at that moment.

That afternoon I sent the kids to my parent’s house across town and I concocted my strategy.  I got a chair and set it up inside the tool shed.  The tool shed was near the back corner of our lot by the now decimated blueberry bushes.  Next, I got several snacks from the pantry and tossed them helter-skelter around the backyard.  Then, I grabbed the crossbow, knocked in an arrow, and proceeded out to the shed and had a seat.  It was around 7:00 p.m., and there was still a few hours of daylight.

After dark, I wearily went into the house and sat at the kitchen table wondering what I was doing.  Why had it come to this, and, more importantly, would I kill the dragon if given the chance?  Also, I don’t know why the thing was so intent on harassing us so.  The next morning my mind was made up.  That such and such had ruined my entire garden.  Why it hadn’t bothered it before, I don’t know, but that was the last straw.  I went inside, grabbed the crossbow, loaded it, and sat and waited.

Around 9:00 p.m. I heard a swish in the air.  I eased the butt of the crossbow to my shoulder and rested the front on my knee.  There was still enough light out that I could easily see.  The problem was, so could the dragon.  This thought only just occurred to me. Hmm…  I heard the dragon panting around in the yard, but I hadn’t seen it yet.  Poof!  Did I just see a touch of fire shoot across in front of me?  Yikes!  Now, at least in my mind, this was a self-defense situation.  That haphazard dragon knew I was in the shed because it landed on top.  I was beginning to get nervous and second guess my actions.  Poof!  Another taunting stream of fire shot down in front of me.  Enough is enough!  I stood; I stepped back out of the shed with the crossbow raised against my shoulder; I looked the dragon in the eye even as it drew a deep inhalation of breath; I loosed the bolt upon the beast.  It fell harmlessly off the roof of the shed and lay motionless on the ground.  I killed the Szechuan dragon.

I went into the house, my heart beating out of my chest, and I called my friend to come over immediately and help me.  You should have seen the look on his face when he saw the dragon on the ground.  We treated the creature with respect even as we did the deed to get it ready to cook.  With the grill fired up and the meat ready we popped open a couple beers and enjoyed the Szechuan dragon.  It was delicious!

THE END

Daily Prompt: Elaborate

via Daily Prompt: Elaborate

The table was set in elaborate chaos, as the monkies broke bread in the trees.

Haphazardly, vultures circled above that canopy formed by the leaves.

Little beknown to the earthworms below was the sumptuous display above.

Sprinkled with dew drops, untouched by the sun, did fall when touched by the dove.

Scarcely the setting was set by the setter when a disturbance came from without.

Even the ever, no never fear serpent, fled having sensed what’s about.

Lost was the table, the setting, the mood, as the unwelcomed animal appeared.

Walking erect with hands in his pockets did man coalesce in the clear.

The Szechuan Dragon… a short story

Dragon

THE SZECHUAN DRAGON

Part Two…

That evening at home I heard a commotion outside, so I went to investigate.  It wasn’t so much what I saw but rather what I heard swishing away in the air.  I thought to myself that I must be imagining that sound, but I wasn’t.  The next morning, I went to retrieve the trashcan from the curb only to find that it had been destroyed leaving trash all over the sidewalk.  Ugh!  Stupid dogs!  Somewhere in the back of my mind, not wanting to believe it to be true, I tucked away the idea of the dragon.  We were too many miles away from the forest I consoled myself.  Wrong!

Over the next several weeks we were under siege, so to speak, with a barrage of nightly visits from a yet unconfirmed foe.  Unconfirmed, yes, but without a doubt it was that little flying devil.  One morning the car had a big dent in the hood as if something had stepped on it or maybe laid on it.  A few days later the water hose was scattered in pieces around the yard.  Next, our blueberry bushes were stripped of all their fruit.  This did not make for a very happy daddy and kids.  The strangest thing was no one else in the cul-de-sac was experiencing any of these difficulties.  Nope!  It was all ours.  Double ugh!!!  These incidents continued until I decided to do something more severe and offensive about it.  So, I began to plan.

My first attempt to dissuade the beast failed miserably.  I had fashioned a trap with ropes and a slipknot snare to capture my foe by the foot.  This resulted in a chewed and burned up rope.  Next, I made a cage with chain link fence and a door set with a powerful spring that would slam shut when a mechanism was tripped inside, thus capturing the prey.  I even camouflaged it with brush.  Strike out again… The cage was splayed open the next day as if it had been made with sticks.  My last nerve is getting closer and closer…

I was at my wit’s end by this time and decided to just wait it out.  No more traps.  No more attempts.  No more anything.  Weeks went by and the nightly visits continued.  We had all pretty much gotten used to it and agreed to ignore what was happening to our property.  Life went on.  It went on until the other day.  I was watching a show on television late one morning when I heard a crash from without.  I ran to look out the kitchen window and saw our antagonist swimming around in our pool.  Funny, you’d have thought if it liked water it would have been using the pool before, but it hadn’t.  This was the first time.  After a while, the thing climbed out, shook off the water, and lifted into the air.  I had a new plan.

 

To be continued…