Dragon breathe in strengthened skin, magic purest from the soul within,
Deep blue Scales of ice tie claws of sin, heart rant pain from furtive gin.
Bone of steel holds blood of iron, demon’s curse keeps fire held by andiron,
Thy beast of depth not seen by eye, yet spirit felt shall make infants cry.
Caged in the tomb chain by prayers, in idol wait for sworn slayer,
Screams of fallen whom taxed and failed, by merely a glance or sound in air.
Here comes woman as knight with arm bared, with beauty mind beneath silver hair,
Asked by the town to extinguish foe, for jewels and riches like river flow.
Yet she says not to coins and jewels with hidden pride, yet for love and revenge shall she ride,
In to the dark where fate is unknown, yet a book from thy cave will be her atone.
Secret texts which depths she knows of her own, foolish residents know not thy precious tome,
Yet she’ll be the one who defeats the beast, then pluck from its maw this tasty feast.
The knowledge she’s searched for, sense the day of pain she thought was at death’s door,
The cursed gin who took her son, and trapped him in this cage out the sun.
Through the forests she slinks, like the mythological sphinx,
In to the mountain she creeps, quiet as the serpent’s sneak.
Yet the silence is for not, for the beast has quickly caught,
The fragrance of his loved one, who he was told he had lost.
Here is the Knight of beauty versus the beast of the land, tricked by the devils malevolent hand,
Will we ever not fall victim, to the words and deceptions of other men?