By Victoria Robinson
Doth at starry night,
He gallantly rode on
Guided by a torch light
He heard an unearthly song
“Turn back dear rich prince
And save your spoiled life
From here forth a dragon hence
Across the line don’t strife!”
“A dragon!? Dear witches!
I will never turn!
Let’s mind not who she bewitches.”
“Then you shall burn!”
“I really don’t care!
I’ll get precious gold!
And a maiden fair
I’ll be famous till old!”
“You self-praising rodent!”
But not a tiny sound
So onward the prince went
Till he came to a round
“Turn back or else,
The evil dragon will hear!
Run before his witch tells!
He’ll make you his blood beer!”
“Who speaks to me?
I am the best of them all
This witch let her be!
Her and the dragon shall fall!”
“You will regret this
Indeed you will!”
But hearing not a tiss
He came to a hill
“Oh sire, oh prince, oh King!
Thou must not come near!
In a cave lies a horrid thing
Ride back prince ,dear!”
“Definitely not I!
Even if others have,
I will not die!
I am the brave!”
“I warned you I did!”
Then he came to dark scary cave.
“Of this dragon I will rid!”
Inside a princess lay, now a slave
“Run away!
Before the dragon comes home!!”
“No I’ll stay!”
“Then you’ll die in his dome!””
But a precious second too late
For the evil dragon had come
The prince who thought he was great
Was gobbled up and called dumb
THE END
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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