A DRAGON'S TALE
I placed my sword down in the snow
outside the dragon's lair
and breathed in deep the sulfur smell
that hung in the clean crisp air.
and lo' my heart was heavy
weighted down by my fear and despair
I thought of the king's only daughter
whose beauty was both fragile and fair
The reward was both silver and knighthood
to the subject who braced dragon's den
we started out sixteen and twenty
now our swords numbered fewer than ten
and as the snow fell I called to the others
but found I was now on my own
so i placed deep my sword in a snowbank
then with dagger in hand moved alone
the dragon blew patches of fire
but I leapt fast the fiery blaze
to scale fast the neck of the bellowing beast
and drive in the point of my blade
now when snow falls my queen always
chides me; " be still with that old dragon's tale,
don't you listen to a word that he tells you. It
seems he's had too much ale."
Copyright © William HAYNES | Year Posted 2025
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