| When Knights Faught Dragons |
| I once dreampt of a far away place; Off where the King would sit at the Round Table; When Knights faught dragons. A fair maden would cry in worry for her love; The Dark Knight; For he is off fighting the deamon of the sky. A tail has been heard; About a Black Terror, So big & swift with jaws of death. Wings so bold & strong; Carry this creature forth. This deamon breaths of fire so hot & bright; While searching through the sky; Watching below. The Dark Knight tracks this terror with wings; Wondering when it will end. For days he has followed; In need of rest. Suddenly the dragon appears; With blood in his eyes, Watching the Dark Knight; He sores above. With wings so great; The Black Dragon swoops down. Closer & closer to the Dark Knight; With the thought of a meal. The Dark Knight pulls out his siver sword; Ready to fight Hell's deamon. The sound of the sword striking the terror; Echoed through the land. The roar of the deamon shattered my ears. The fair maiden still waits for her love; The Dark Knight has not yet returned. |
| Copyrite, VervainIris '01 |