The Tale of Dracon and Anarion Jones
Anarion Jones, with her dark hair flying
Walks Welsh mountainsides on tiptoe,
As if she purely skims this Earth
Yet never touches it.
Dreaming of flying, her long skirt rustling,
like a flurry of autumn leaves
She bathes in banks of daffodils
Their sun-warmed scent like perfume on her silken skin.
Here, she is herself, far from the fury of the fighting,
The joy of life surrounds her like a cloak.
The distant screams of swords and men
Are swallowed whole, an offering to the wind.
Nobody comes here; she is alone, she thinks
Yet, today, amongst the breezes, lies a presence.
Something different in her usual world
Something warm, mysterious.
“Be not afraid, my little one.”
A lilting voice speaks softly in the listening air
And eyes, the size of dinner plates,
Blink back at her from cover of a bush.
Anarion Jones, with her amber eyes flashing
Bounces to the bush without a fear
And witnesses the winds of time composing
A very different song of life and love.
The second that the maid beheld the dragon,
She knew her fate was sealed in his embrace
And long they wandered, star-struck on the hillside
‘Til dawn the waning golden moon replaced.
When, from the tops of mountains, sunlight glimmered
Returning warriors spied the couple there
Believed the lass to be the ancient evil
That brought the battle that had plagued their lands.
As Dracon slept, upon the verdant hillside,
In silence wrapped, the soldiers bound the girl.
They carried her into the waking village
Full heralding the witch who’d brought the darkness there.
Anarion Jones, her dark hair laying, shaven
Was naked stripped, and tied fast to the stake,
And, as the flames licked hungry at her paleness,
The maiden screamed a prayer to her love.
Down swooped the beast and plucked her from the fire
Her mortal breath was fading as he flew –
He paused and wrapped his huge, red wings around her
And their souls merged, forever to be one.
Anarion Jones now tiptoes in the fields of Erath
Her golden voice sings magic to the moons
For she is home, within the heart of Dracon
Who holds her safe, until the end of time.
Wendy Anne Darling 2016