Stop! she cried
as the arrows flew threw the sky
but she was just a background
to each and every eye.
Millions of horses, each with a knight
one mighty dragon for one mighty
fight.
The princess, she wept, she screamed,
she cried
but no one else seemed to care
if the dragon died.
With her long lashes and soft skin,
she looked perfect for the part
of the damsel enslaved by the dragon
with no heart
but his heart was bigger than all the
hearts in the land
and as he died he looked up and
she reached out her hand.
A tear rolled down his scales
as he knew he'd be missed
and with his last fiery breath
he silently hissed:
It's brave to be soft,
it's brave to be strong
and I'm glad to have had
such a friend all along.
