Legend of the Dragon Breath – part 4

The mortal realm was in turmoil

at least throughout the east,

Even the Gods of Olympus

were mystified by the beast.

For this Wyrm that breath flame

this dragon that breath fire,

Is definitely an immortal

a descendant of Gaia at the least.

News of ill omen

travelled across south,

Strange tidings being whispered

by many a mouth.

Trade route all halted

bad fortunes abound,

And everywhere Hermes travelled

same rumors were worsening to a clout.

But neither the line of Cronos

the father of the Gods,

Nor even their grandfather Uranus

seems all at odds.

For claiming such a kinship

is like claiming a bad pip,

A rotten seed of Chaos

definitely not worth the trip.

The voices of the multitude

cried out in pain and in prayer,

The once proud King himself

tore more than a few strands of hair.

Offerings they now did daily

on these newly erected cairns,

Looking more and more dreary

like overused coffin biers.

Yet the almighty Zeus

seemed uninterested in their affairs,

Perhaps too small a threat

for Him to get down on his chair.

Or maybe a piece of divine punishment

for the mortals in this land,

Men who cried out to the Gods

only when their luck changes hand.

The King in his melancholy

sought distraction from a fool,

Feeling so worn and defeated

by the tragedy of his current rule.

Summoning his notorious bard

in the mood for a sad song,

Sensing the Kings depression

the minstrel played along.

“The dragon is a tyrant

fed only by its greed,

Lust so he desired our treasures

which we all sorely need.”

“Listen to this songster

if my lord only oblige.

I know of a new solution

that will keep the dragon aside.”

“Tell me dear master fool

for your King is short of counsel,

My pride as Monarch is broken

in misery our kingdom dwell.

A year of restless discomfort

my wisdom fled my bravery fell,

Perhaps your ramblings of madness

will stop this tormenting hell.”