The Princess And The Dragon

The Princess And The Dragon

I, Albert, a humble monk of the Franciscan Order, discovered an old scroll in the dusty shelves of the monastery library. Sitting down at a wooden table, I unraveled the scroll and peered at the faded letters. By the look of the language, it seemed to be centuries old. Fascinated, I began to read. The language was in an archaic tongue, but after careful translating, I was able to discern that the scroll told a story about a princess and a dragon. 

I now relate to you what I learned. Listen closely, my friends, for it tells an important lesson worth remembering:

A red dragon defends its lair,

Keeping captive a maiden fair;

Her heavy heart set in grief,

As no knight rides to her relief.

Her streaming tears are a sorry sight,

From a fair flower that shines so bright;

Alone and afraid, she yearns to be freed

From her cruel captor's lustful greed;

No gold or gems will ransom her release,

This perfect prize, this golden fleece.

Locked in a tower, she looks at the land,

Wishing for a knight to win her hand;

But who will fight so fearsome a foe,

A tragic end, this tale of woe.