Red and Blue
*** In the corner of the drakes cave, lay a crumpled piece of paper. It looks well worn, as if it had been straightened out, crumpled once again and thrown about. On it, draconian symbols mark the parchment ***Red and blueAnother day the sun roseAnd the drakes eyes parted wide,But he could not keep resting if he choseHe had to protect her in her stride.She has her faults, everyone doesA bit forgetful here and there,But he overlooked it all becauseHer heart was kind and fair.He nuzzles her awake like every mornShe stirred and as she awoke,She glares at him as if to scornInstead she gives his neck a stroke.They exchanged greetings like they usually doPleasantries first of course,Then the red grin come out and as it grewThe blue blush grew
too in force.Spartan did like getting Alira to blushThough she did yap at him not to,He knew really she got such a rushAt the teasing he put her through.Sometimes they go for walksMaybe a trip off down the lake,Perhaps they'll climb some interesting rocksOr just lie in the sun and bake.A lot of the time though is spent huggingA nice rutting if she's needy,Through all the humping and the tuggingHe's careful not to hurt her deeply.Will the story ever happily end?Does such a thing even exist?Well the reds hope shines and through each bendHe'll solve it all with a kiss.*** The writing below seems more shaky and is in a different colour ink, showing it had been written later ***Apparently not the red realisedBy that wooden shed,The gold had taken what he prized,The reds heart simply bledThe blue continued to live with gleeWith the fish and gold,The red meanwhile was depressed as can be,Waiting for his life to fold.How could the red go on,He was stripped of his beloved blue,With the one he cared for all but gone,He waited for death to run him throughAnd so ends the tale of the blue and the redIt ended in failure and mess.The gold had got the blue in his bed,The red... Had lost his ness.