by Night Blade*
Days went by & then the weeks
Before you knew it
Half a year had gone
And still Little Purple had not attempted to fly
To that cavern’s mouth so large.
He stayed in the back
In the dim and dusty corners so dark
Giving them all a good clean out
Not flying anywhere about.
Uncle George tried everything he knew
To entice Little Purple out
He felt so sad, he felt so bad
That what he’d planned as a great treat
Had gone so horribly terribly wrong.
It seemed to be, sad to say,
That Little Purple might never become
Might never grow up to be
That Mighty Purple Dragon.
That sad and terrible day
When Uncle George’s heart gave out
and he collapsed onto the cavern floor
In a sad and terrible state.
He knew he didn’t have long
In this body of his so old
So he called for Little Purple
and begged and pleaded with him
To take the steps so large
To conquer this fear so terrible
Of that big wide world so huge.
Finally Little Purple agreed
That if everyone would help
He’d take the steps so tiny
To gain back his courage so huge.
And with that statement going the rounds
Of these caverns so large
Uncle George let go of his last breath
The quiet did scream and shout
That such a beloved and mighty dragon
Was no more!
Illustration by Rayvensclaw
Little Purple is in mourning for his Uncle George, so it might be a while before he gets back to us. How about saying a prayer for all the people who have lost loved ones!
Text & Illustration © 2010 Night Blade & Rayvensclaw