In the new version of the fairy tale, the warrior doesn’t kill the dragon – because, by law, he has no right to.
On the contrary, he ends up indebted to the dragon, bound by law to serve him with all his strength and might.
After all, it was thanks to the dragon that the warrior became who he is!
You might say, “Paradox!”
But no – it’s reality.
In our version of the tale, the warrior who once slew the dragon is now dragged through endless court cases – accused of violating rights, breaching codes of conduct, and showing cruel treatment toward animals.
The Fairy Tale
Fairy tale, fiction, and a lie –
The meaning you may not descry.
In the tale, a three-headed beast
By Good Vanya is sent to the pit beneath.
But in life, it’s all reversed –
Here, the Serpent’s praised and nursed.
All of Kashchey’s gold is his,
Power to the dragon is.
On Vanya’s path, “STOP” signs shine,
Warriors may not cross that line.
They’ll send you to the toil and grind
If you dare raise sword in kind.
If a dragon’s head you strike away,
Peace won’t come to you that day.
Instead, they’ll drag you into court,
And you will be the guilty sort.
Better skirt around the stone
That blocks the fork you’re walking on.
Life’s no fairy-tale delight,
Here, for truth you’ll pay with life.
To find the meaning, don’t just plod –
Sit beneath the tree of God,
Rest your back against its wood,
Gather aspects as you should,
Till they all converge to one,
Equal to the point of none.
Fairy Tale Twist
A fairy tale, a foolish lie,
The meaning’s hard to see.
Once the three-headed beast would die,
By brave Ivan’s sword set free.
But life plays a different game,
Here the serpent earns his fame.
All the gold in Koschei’s keep,
To the dragon’s claws runs deep.
On Ivan’s path the signs cry “STOP!”
No hero’s charge, no mountain top.
They’ll send you off to toil and grind
If you raise your sword in mind.
If the dragon’s head you take away,
Peace will never come your way.
Instead, they’ll drag you into court,
And blame will be your only sport.
Better skirt the fateful stone
Where three roads split, each unknown.
Life’s no fairy-tale sweet pie,
Truth here gets you first to die.
To find the meaning, change your pace,
Don’t run the never-ending race.
Beneath a tree, just take your seat,
Lean your back, feel the stillness meet.
Let every piece fall into place,
Till zero’s point becomes your space.
Prompt:
A dark fantasy scene depicting a colossal, three-headed, dark blue dragon looming over a medieval cityscape, with the dragon’s wings spread wide and its three mouths open, revealing sharp teeth and glowing red eyes, as it breathes a stream of fire from each head that engulfs the buildings below.
While a lone warrior clad in tattered black armour and a hooded cloak stands defiantly in the foreground, holding a sword and gazing up at the dragon, surrounded by other warriors and rubble.
With the city’s architecture featuring tall, gothic-style buildings and spires, and a dark, ominous sky filled with smoke and clouds, creating an atmosphere of intense battle and destruction.
Russian Lyrics – Original Form
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