A knight gets more than he bargained for when he rides out to slay a dragon. |
With his armor shining brightly, and a noble warhorse too, he rode forth to slay the dragon, ('twas the knightly thing to do). Since childhood he'd heard stories, of heroes bold and brave, who rescued helpless maidens, and sent dragons to their graves. But odd, he thought, if knights indeed, accomplished such great feats, why no flayed skins, or mounted heads, to prove these beasts’ defeats? He didn't know in other lands, both West and to the East, the dragons there were worshipped, and believed more God than beast. And if he'd read his Bible, he would’ve found troubling things, for his own God, like this dragon, has both fiery breath and wings. Moses crafted him an idol, a flying reptile on a staff, and this dragon, like his own God, relished fatted lamb and calf. So the knight rode off to battle, unaware of what he faced, but his steed would go no further, and with trepidation paced. For no horse dared charge a dragon, (except in fairy tales), so the knight advanced dismounted, ‘gainst fire and rock-hard scales. But to dragons, sword or ax or spear, are little more than toys, and knights however brave and skilled, are no more a threat than boys. To the dragon this was child's play, a game of cat and mouse, the man, a six foot rodent, the cat, large as a house. So in a moment it was over, just as quick as it began, the reptile roared in triumph, as he clutched the squirming man. Then the dragon nonchalantly, plucked the armor from the knight, and opened wide great fearsome jaws, intent to take a bite. The knight then begged for mercy, yet no mercy did he find, since he came to slay the dragon, he was repaid that fate in kind. As he vanished down the monster’s maw, he pondered his mistake -- no man can kill a dragon, and Saint George was a fake. Alas! Only in fairy tales, can man defeat a God, dragon-slaying’s only nonsense, for small children to applaud. |