Gyugyi all bent and twisted
Shedding scales as she goes along
An uglier form, you’ve never seen.
In The caves above the hills
She lived all lonely in the dark
Picturesque if not a lonely spot.
From that dark and lonely spot
She watches the village down the hill
As people play and laugh and sing.
Then one day came the marauding hordes
With loot and plunder in their hearts
Poor gyugyi saw them from afar
All twisted and bent she knew she is
A pretty sight she knew she’s not
However be it as it may, she got to do what she got to do.
So down to the little town she went
As fast as her crooked legs can go
First man she saw froze up in fright, the second fainted in a heap.
Quite a ruckus gyugyi caused
So much that knights were called at once
Poor gyugyi tried to state the fact
Too late an arrow pierced her heart.
Just as that arrow did its job
The real monsters did arrive
Killed all their kids just like they feared
And burnt their village to the ground.
Those villagers never did find out
That hidden in all that twists and scales
Had beat a truly golden heart
Powerful poetic images! Those villagers* and truly golden heart * give the tragedy depth! Well done!
Thank you so much , I appreclate
This is extremely well written and kind of heart-wrenching. Great use of imagery, I especially loved the lines- “The real monsters did arrive” and “That hidden in all that twists and scales/Had beat a truly golden heart”.
Thank you so much Bhasha, if i remember correctly, you contributed the prompt.
Beautiful depiction.
Thank you so much Linda