13 May 2012
Enemy slain,
Skull on the floor.
A hero of legend,
The knight of lore.
Off to find,
His princess' hand.
Travelling forever,
Over barren land.
As he slain foes,
Fur and scale,
With his gold sword,
He can not fail,
To find his princess,
Blonde, talented and fair,
Hidden deep inside,
The crude beast's lair.
Creeping inside,
Without a sound.
Inside metal armour,
His heart began to pound.
There he was,
Sleeping on gold,
Exactly what,
The legend foretold.
Exchange a glance,
Exchange a glare,
Will he perish,
Inside this lair?
As he yelled:
"I will not die,
Until I have my dream;
Her and I"
As the dragon,
Began to stir,
The maiden shouted,
"Careful good sir!"
With a slash,
And a roar,
The dragon displayed,
A scene of gore.
The brave knight,
Believed the King's lies,
And died alone,
Before the princess' eyes.
Will she ever,
Have her hero?
Before her life-count,
Turns to zero?
Knight And Dragon (Poem) • Opuss № I