Fairy Tale

And so is told as the celestial story of my life:
Once upon a time, there was a ratty village vagrant named Adelaide.
She made her home with gargoyles atop chapels shaking with the sound of monks voices.
She was an outcast, and really, preferred life as such.
Her only acquaintance was the evil dragon,
Casimir, who hated flesh and blood, and despised the hypocrisy of imperfect souls. He wrecked havoc on members of town and palace, for rank and wealth held no prejudice in his eyes. Indeed, Casimir was lord of the country, for every mortal lived in great fear of him.
Every mortal but Adelaide.
Adelaide knew him to be wise.
He delivered judgment unto those who were too cowardly to deliver it amongst themselves.
She liked him.
And he her.
He knew her to be the true soul amongst all false.
Hungry and hiding.
Yes, he liked her too.
They coexisted in harmony,
the devil,
and a fallen angel.
Somehow happy in their despair.