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."