Women love mythical creatures, vampires, dragons, unicorns and men who listen

There weren't always dragons in the valley where emotions

Find joy and the fascination and enchantment of love's thrill

There were, once upon a time, the handsome, the dashing

and the true gallantry of wooing and courting a maiden

Knights not clad in armors for deathly battles on the field

But brave Knights clad in armors for the battle for the heart

Of the damsel of their desire, demure lasses they were then

Schooled in the art of music, piety, submissiveness and the

Virtues of domesticity, education deemed an unimportant

Asset to the role that was her plight to play uncomplainingly

So, ladies played the part and secretly machinated and brewed

For they knew that, though slowly, changes were forthcoming

The valley has now changed it's verdure underbrush flora

The modern dragoness, no longer coy and feminine to flirt

But strong and bold. If seeking to be sought she will expect

A man to be her peer, shoulder to shoulder, well met in the

playground of minds and hearts, each as equal and respectful

Of the other's expectations, goals and plans uninterrupted

First impression, they say is the one that stays ever lasting

Splendidly dressed were they, in various modes of styles

A choice by personality, each as fetching as they are charming

The tuxedo, the casual but elegant, the besuited gent forgoing

Cravat or tie, and the gent who does his own thing and lets the

Night go where it will, the risk taker with the devil in his eyes

Prepossessing, debonair and confident, knowing that the world

Is His oyster! His playground, and amphitheater of desire

His for the taking. Come ladies, come and feast, I am yours

Bedazzled women would fall at his feet in her chaste swoon

Pining for the attention he does not realize is a cry for help for

His insecurities masqueraded beneath his veneer of bravado

They bowed, softly took your dainty hand, raised to wicked lips

Kissed for the pleasure of the dare, taunting eyes mocking in the

Knowledge that their immorality veils the true desires that lurk

Beneath the mischievous, rakish and nefarious intents of men

Thus the dance would begin, the dance of truth or dare

Of love everlasting, true and unconditional, well matched

Of diabolical undertones, masked in dazzling smiles

Of the need to taste the honeyed nectar of every perfect

Rose, sunflower, cherry blossom, lotus or tulip whose

Heart is poised for new enchantment, with hopes of forever

Secret flutters guardedly disguised beneath heaving bosom

The dainty, fulsome, strong, proud, fierce, and yet somehow

Fragile hearted lass, tentatively reaches out for she is drowning

For beauty and strength will submit where adoration and desire

Insinuate themselves into the most guarded of hearts

Each falling prey to vulnerabilities deep beneath the outward

Facade. That mask which we believe is firm and unbreakable

Can be easily shattered, for dragoness is only human after all

Then there came the dragons to the open realms of the heart

They flew on magnificent wings of flattery and admiration

Winning the heart of the empowered focused lasses

Who needed no rescuing, maybe but for a quiet distraction from

The intense nature of her choice vocation and preferred love

For her toil and laser pointed goals are the desire to succeed

So the dragon appears, spectacularly impressive

Wings breathtakingly resplendent in glorious flight

He dips and dives, soars high up to touch the skies

Slowly dancing the dance of courtship and romance

Using all the blandishments at his disposal and whim

He flatters, cajoles, coax, and charms with honeyed words

His arrow flies true, pierces the titanium veneer of her

And so courtship short and sweet, promises yet to be fulfilled

They ride off into the sunset on the strong wings of love

This was truly an imposing and masterful dragon

Who else could break through and win the soul of

The most formidable heart there ever was known to beat

In total denial of ever needing anything more than herself

Did dragon know, however, that he had won the heart of

A dragoness. A heart more vulnerable than a butterfly's

But deadlier than a venomous angry snake when crossed

Five years went by. No heirs emerged to soothe his yearning for

The pitter patter of little feet and endless laughter echoing in

The silent, taunting corridors of a vast and palatial sad manor

Seven years crawled by. The quiet grew loud and deafening

Dragon slipped away silently. Sadness broke his heart

There were no longer words, just silence in forever motion

Dragoness immersed herself in her first love and found

An escape for the broken jagged pieces that once was a heart

Now only numbness and pain that blinded her remains true

She heard the whispers first. Then downcast eyes pity filled

Refused to see her, this proud woman and dragoness bowed

She eventually saw, heard the laughter and happy giggles

From a passing glance, a glimpse of that which she could not

Willing have given, not for want of trying or suggestions of

Adopting some happy bundles of joy , In the interim while

Waiting for the natural, one could still love the tangible

The fires deep in her belly burned. Dragon fire rumbled.

A terrible and unwholesome desire for revenge emerged

Took an abhorrent and frightful grasp on her heart and twisted

The natural into the unnatural, breathing new cruel, evil life

Into her lungs. Inhaling ghastly invigorating hideous delights

Reawakening the lust and zest that once was, yet propelling

Towards the appalling and repulsive. Revenge so sweet will be

So a brilliant mind, now turning brilliance into evil genius

Begins her evil plot, designed not of love, but of a desire

To lessen the unbearable pain of being scorned ,and breathed

New life into a heart that no longer feels through the numbness

Of a forever, once within her easy grasp, now wholly lost and

Unreachable. Seething anger blocks out reason and sows fury

So she plots and plans, unfairly so? Maybe. Only time will tell.

The first chapter written, more to be told of love's indignation

So to regale you with the nuances of the evil that a broken heart

Can wrought on injustice, though no fault of one or the other

A scorned woman, it is said, heaven hath no fury

TO BE CONTINUED......................

N.A.