The Knight

 In ancient lands where legends grow,

A tale of fire and shadowed woe.

On mountains high, 'neath skies so blue,

A maiden fair, with heart so true.

Her castle stood, a noble sight,

Guarded well by a brave knight’s might.

Yet lurking near, with scales that gleam,

A serpent fierce, of nightmarish dream.

With fangs that dripped like molten gold,

And wings that spanned the skies so bold,

The fire dragon coiled in the dark,

Its breath a flame, its heart a spark.

The knight, courageous, sought the beast,

To save his love, the holy feast.

With sword held high, he charged with pride,

To battle the terror that did abide.

In clash of sound, the mountains roared,

As knight and dragon, fate restored.

With every swing, his courage flared,

For love and honor, his heart laid bare.

At last he struck, in valor’s dance,

The dragon faltered, lost its chance.

As flames subsided, darkness fled,

The maiden smiled, fear now shed.

Together they stood, the knight and dame,

In victory’s glow, eternal flame.

For legends tell of bravery bright,

In lands where dragons dare the night.

In ancient times, where the mountains rise,

And clouds enfold the pale blue skies,

A tale was spun of a maiden bright,

Whose heart held courage, whose spirit shone light.

In a castle grand, on a peak so steep,

Where shadows lingered and secrets keep,

There lived a knight, strong and bold of heart,

With honor and valor, a master of art.

The village spoke of a treacherous beast,

A snake-dragon fierce, a fearsome feast,

With scales that glimmered like jewels in the sun,

And fiery breath that could scorch everyone.

Its eyes glowed red, like embers alight,

Its wings would darken the skies at night,

Claws sharp as daggers, fangs poised to strike,

The creature of legend, both feared and liked.

The maiden, with hair like the dawn’s first ray,

Heard whispers of doom and the knights led astray,

Yet her heart grew steady, her mind was made clear,

For love flourished bright, and she held it dear.

The knight, her protector, steadfast and true,

Vowed to face danger, to conquer the hue,

Of the shadowy serpent, that coiled and slithered,

Around the high crags where the cold winds quivered.

He donned his armor, the steel cold and bright,

With a sword in his hand, he prepared for the fight,

Yet the maiden, with vision, both wise and profound,

Saw a path of peace where hope could be found.

She journeyed to the cavern, where echoes took flight,

To plead with the dragon for mercy that night,

With courage as her guide, she stepped through the gloom,

Unfurling her heart in the creature’s dark room.

“O serpent of fire, of vigor and grace,

I come not to battle, nor bring forth disgrace,

But seek to discover what fuels your great flame,

What burdens you carry, what fuels your great name? ”

The beast turned its head, intrigued by her plea,

With a voice like the thunder that shakes the tall tree,

It spoke of its loneliness, of mountains so high,

Of the weight of an age, and the need for a sky.

“You humans, so frightened, assume I am wrath,

Yet I long for companionship, a different path.

For centuries lonely, I guard this old stone,

In fear of your weapons, in dread of the throne. ”

The knight, watching closely, felt warmth in his chest,

As the maiden’s soft tone lent the dragon rest,

He lowered his blade, saw the truth in the eyes,

Of the creature before them beneath the dark skies.

And so in that moment, a bond was wrought tight,

Of maiden, and knight, and the dragon in flight,

With wings outstretched, they soared through the air,

Three hearts intertwined, a friendship so rare.

They returned to the village, a sight to behold,

With scales gleaming brightly, their stories retold,

No longer a monster, but guardian grand,

The snake-dragon flew, now a friend to the land.

Thus love conquered fear, and wisdom prevailed,

In the mountains so high where the brave never failed,

A tale of the maiden, the knight, and the flame,

In hearts of the people forever their names.

So listen and cherish, this tale of the sky,

Of courage and kindness that’ll never die,

For in every heart, whether strong or in flight,

Awaits the true magic of love’s sacred light.