Wardrobe

Villager: Bookmite

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 blue
Another day the sun rose
And the drakes eyes parted wide,
But he could not keep resting if he chose
He had to protect her in her stride.
She has her faults, everyone does
A bit forgetful here and there,
But he overlooked it all because
Her heart was kind and fair.
He nuzzles her awake like every morn
She stirred and as she awoke,
She glares at him as if to scorn
Instead she gives his neck a stroke.
They exchanged greetings like they usually do
Pleasantries first of course,
Then the red grin come out and as it grew
The blue blush grew too in force.
Bookmite did like getting her to blush
Though she did yap at him not to,
He knew really she got such a rush
At the teasing he put her through.
Sometimes they go for walks
Maybe a trip off down the lake,
Perhaps they'll climb some interesting rocks
Or just lie in the sun and bake.
A lot of the time though is spent hugging
A nice rutting if she's needy,
Through all the humping and the tugging
He'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 bend
He'll solve it all with a kiss.

The writing below seems more shaky and is in a different color ink, showing it had been written later

Apparently not the red realized
By that wooden shed,
The gold had taken what he prized,
The reds heart simply bled
The blue continued to live with glee
With 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 through
And so ends the tale of the blue and the red
It ended in failure and mess.
The gold had got the blue in his bed,
The green... Had lost his ness.