Inspiration struck today, and I made an attempt at writing a ballad. Rhyme and meter are challenging for me, but my idea demanded the format, so I gave it a try!
I’m pretty pleased with the draft I got, so I might post it to my main writing blog tomorrow. Maybe. But, for now, here it is:
“Riches will rain,” the beast declared
And heard their whispered dreams.
With golden eye, he watched them work—
A charge atop the beams.
The dragon’s breath did light the fuse
But to their feet, no rain.
In dragon’s wings, the treasure piled
While flames consumed the plains.
“Your wings could blow the fire all down,”
Their cries cut through his glee.
“Just douse your hearths,” he fired back.
“It’s no concern to me.”
The village fell around the spoils.
The flames grew stronger still.
The dragon stayed and swam in fire.
No treasure would he spill.
I think the last two stanzas are stronger than the first two, so I might work more on the first two tomorrow. It’s getting late now, though, so it’s time to call it a night.
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