In Georges town the dragons walk alive -
They do not fear a thing
For George is there to guard their site
And lovingly they relay on him.
But once - Oh, God forsaken day -
A dragoness tripped
(So big the dragon mass)
She fell on the pavement hard
And thus
Found her destined end
In no time,
With broken neck.
Our dear George, poor lad
Was just near by
He tried to help but
Such heaviness
Nearly killed him by her side.
The dreadful incident George
Did never forget
But along came humans,
Killed all the dragons -
And made him a Saint.
10th Dragonday Of
05th Dragonmonth Of the
2004 Dragonyears
How the lad George became a St. George A Myth Revised
© Copyright: Лучикмечтой, 2004
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