Deep in the mists of time.
Slept a giant Dragon,
In a Castle built, so fine.
To slay the Dragons heart.
To put their sword arm to the test,
Kill it, then depart.
Or thought to Dragons plight.
Except this lonely warrior,
Who climbed the hill this night.
The Dragon harshly said.
"Tis I, a Knight who's honor bound,
To see thee Dragon Dead."
My King has sent me hence.
I mean to do thee Dragon, harm,
To slay thee is my quest."
"Perhaps the time has come.
Mayhap I would be better dead,
You Sir Knight, maybe the one."
With hearts so brave and just.
Wouldst kill me whilst my tale I tell,
For that, they turned to dust."
"Thou hast a tale to tell?"
The Dragon taken by surprise, said,
"To listen wouldst serve thee well."
Then laid his sword to rest.
To hear the Dragon tell its tale,
To listen, wouldst be best.
"A witch this Castle cursed.
A darkly magic spell she cast,
Intent to do her worst."
So young and oh so fair.
With sky blue eyes, and rosy skin,
And flowing locks of golden hair."
This witch didst love him, and,
In jealous rage and anger,
She cast her spell upon this land."
His statue in the courtyard stands.
And me, she made a Dragon,
The most feared in all the lands."
Tis written, so I'm told.
A Knight who's heart is pure and just,
In his hands, my fate he holds."
Onto his trusty blade.
"How canst this spell be broken?
How canst thy life be saved?"
Or I shall merely die.
And with his blade, must run me through,"
The Dragon gave a sigh.
With no Prince by my side."
The Dragon looked upon the Knight,
"From thee, I shall not hide."
He ran the Dragon through.
The Dragon fell, as if in death,
Then a light shone bright and blue.
Surrounded Dragon slain.
The ground did shake, and thunder roared,
The light, shone bright again.
The Princess could be seen.
The Knight he held her in his arms,
Love in his eyes didst gleam.
And looked upon the Knight.
It was her Prince, the one she loved,
And he carried her off, into the night.
