The village people gathered at the edge of the trail
patiently awaiting the arrival of the Gypsy lady;
her wagon slowly approaching across the dale
listening closely for her horse’s whinny.
Through the wisp of the morning fog as it dissipated
came through her wagon with a smell of herb and spice
deeply seeded within a woodland tale awaited
by all that rushed out and welcomed her loudly thrice:
Oh welcome, Oh welcome, Oh welcome
“Mother Gypsy” our Lady is welcome.
With a sly little smile and a nod in their direction
she stopped her wagon and prepared her camp
with pot and fire her motions suggested a potion
as she motioned for all to come out of the meadows damp.
She spoke softly and asked them all to clear a path
from the fire back toward the mountains beyond the meadow
and beckoned the weak and sick to the front of the footpath
so she could gauge the depth of their sorrow.
As if by magic when they approached; a distant thunder
came from the mountains and grew louder,
rumbling closer the ground trembled asunder
but she smiled and put her finger out as if to scolder.
The folk grew quiet and huddled closer to each other
and turned to look at what appeared in the sky
larger and larger it grew as if to smother
all that lay in its path came the dragons eye.
A wing span a hundred feet wide with blue and tipped in red
with a blinding pure white body and head of black
twenty feet high and talons: one closed and one opened as if to shred
the dragons wings clouded all in dust as the folk drew back.
The Dragon landed on one talon staring with blood red eyes
and nodded to the Gypsy Lady as steam flowed out
of nostrils that warmed the air and given rise
to the possible doom the towns folk had no doubt.
The Gypsy Lady turned to the crowd and spoke,
“As I promised that last I was here
I would bring you two guests, my kind folk:
one to ease your sorrow, one to ease your fears."
And with that she turned back to the Dragon and whispered,
“Come forth oh little one and share your life force
with the sick, sorrowed, and despaired
as your promise as payment from its source.
With that spoken the Dragon steam ceased
as it lowered its clenched talon toward the camp
and bowed on its other knee totally appeased;
the talon opened slowly to a soft glowing lamp.
A soft “oohhh” came from the crowd
as the lamp changed to a wonder seen rarely;
A small lady with wings abound
in a glow as she stepped out from the talon dearly.
She turned to the Dragon as it bowed its head
and gave it a soft kiss and a pat;
trembles shook throughout its head
as it held its breath at that
The little lady fluttered towards the sick
and lightly kissed each one
causing them to be healed as picked
dor examples of the power done.
And with that she flew to the Gypsy Lady
and whispered something in her ear
which caused a smile from the old Lady
that tossed away all their fears.
At that she flew back to the Dragons talon
and with a clench it was gone in a clap
of thunder and wind loudly summoned
as if lighting came with a sharp slap.
The town folk all spoke at once,
“What was that, what just happened?
how did you……
Shhh, spoke the Gypsy Lady to all,
“That my friend was a Fairy from a golden ball
and how or why she arrived in a Dragons fall
is two more stories I will tell next I call.
And with that the Gyspy Lady packed her wagon
turned and went back down the trail,
leaving all to tell of a Dragon
and a Fairy that cured all that ailed.