The Final Dragon

Fair Hilda, pass, I pray, that flagon. I now must face my final dragon. Valkyrie, deny not mead, the stuff Of courage. To be courageous is enough. Whence courage comes what do I care As I approach my dragon’s lair? Dragons twain are by me slain. Dragon-slayer is my name. Those days were spent in bygone youth, And now grey age comes on forsooth! O Hilda, beetle not thy brow. Old men can show ‘em young’ns how. What now I cannot, yet once could Experience, doubt not, makes good. Alone my fearful reputation Ensures an easy amputation. Yet of the issue irrespective, Loss and gain are all perspective. And what though “the worst” transpired, Knights, once pensioned off, grow tired. For life’s a drag, when dragons are no more. To dragons then this flagon’s dregs let’s pour.