In the shadow of the mountain,
a castle stands, ancient and bold,
where fangs glisten like stars,
and scales shimmer in the dim light.
A maiden whispers to the night,
her heart a fluttering bird,
while, coiling in the depths,
the great serpent stirs.
Wings unfurl like thunderclouds,
each beat a promise of fire,
breath igniting the air around,
as claws scrape the stone.
A knight approaches,
armor gleaming against dusk,
determined to meet the beast,
to face the fierce and the feared.
Together they dance,
the woman and her dragon,
in a clash of hearts and flames,
a tale woven in whispers and roars.
Scales shimmer,
a snake dragon's coil
around the mountain's heart.
Fire breathes,
a castle's shadow dances,
a maiden waits.
Fangs glint,
claws scrape stone,
wings unfold, night's canvas.
A knight arrives,
sword drawn,
for the woman, the slither, the flame.
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