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Our Own Happy Ending
Glaring the eyes, through a fern leaf endeavor Of a dragon who flies to the ends of this never With fire for breath and skin rough and shackled Afloat of this death long a path, echoes cackled And I with my blade wield a strength not to waver Through sunlight and shade for the fair maiden’s favor This evil unreal, chains her honor to frighten bound in iron and steel in a grip, endless tighten In dungeons to dwell past the evergreen mirror Enchanted of spell as the mist fades now clearer Rusted bars honed to keep her weeping heart sorrowed In shame painted deep with words stealthy borrowed But I shall stand strong, charging into the fire To right every wrong and protect my desire Now face to face with this monster like being When fear it does chase at the villagers fleeing I stab at its heart the blood quickly flowing Loud screams rip apart it’s weakness is showing Now to slice off its head with my sword ever flying In moans of the dead as this dragon is dying My princess, my one take my hand, we must hurry This challenge is done down the path we now scurry Till far from this place with skies ever bluer I gaze on her face could her eyes shine much truer Her lips find my own her love she is sending We walk off alone to our own happy ending
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