Ding dong! Ding dong! went the clock.

the traveling lamp’s luminant horizon,

stretched across the kingdom.

This was a sign of the Lord’s bidding, at the break of morn.

“O fierce hero, thy brother is kidnapped by a dragon,

Its subterranean chamber is veiled at the west wing of the kingdom.

Hie, save thy brother, ere the demon gobbles him up down its throat.

Yet doth remember, for any murder thou commit, I shall forswear thou from this kingdom.”

“No! How dares the dragon kidnap mine one and only brother?

O Lord, grant me strength and courage,

I never crave to be a coward,

Nor doth I do lack to be a miscarriage.” said the warrior.

 “Halt! Thou repugnant beast, how dare thou spit scandalous curse to mine brother!” barked the warrior.

The dragon sniggered, “Thy beloved brother? Haha! How heartwarming!”

“Let hie of him, thou sinful wretch!”

The dragon hissed, “What a shame, this fun is just the beginning!”

Swoosh! Her mighty sword swirled,

The warrior yerked the dragon’s throat and forebode its sneer.

A fountain of crimson blood splattered on the warrior’s brow,

And anon gradually flourished the castle tier.

“Brother! Where are thou? The beast is now slaughtered, join out now!” she said.

The warrior apace drew her glance around the chamber,

And popped her pate out the window,

i’ sought of finding her brother.

Out ‘i the uprising horizon,

A silhouette of the dragon appeared ‘i the high.

“Who is the sinful one now? Doth say to me, warrior. Shout out to the Lord of yours for forgiveness.” howled the dragon,

“O the dear Lord’s got a temper, and he sure shall abolish thou ‘i a blink of an eye!”

As the warrior noticed a mirr’d glimpse of her brother’s keychain,

The warrior apace drew her glance around the chamber.

From that instant, she realized,

The beast had disguised itself as her brother.

Ding dong! Ding dong! went the clock.

the traveling lamp’s luminous horizon,

stretched across the kingdom.

This was a sign of the Lord’s bidding, at the break of morn.

“What thou hast done, defines whom thou are and shall aya be.

Hark! Thy loved one’s blood cries out to me from the pasture,

This murder canst not be galled off thy brow.

Thou are now to suffer vengeance till the end of tenure.”

Frighted, the warrior dashed out into the ope.

Alas, the deeper she ran into the forest, the louder the wind roared,

Rapturing the fierce wench into unendurable havoc.

She bellowed for mercy, yet the Lord’s inescapable seizure forebode her life ‘i an present swoosh! with her sword.

Ding dong! Ding dong! went the clock.

the traveling lamp’s luminous horizon,

stretched across the kingdom.

This was a sign of the Lord’s bidding, at the break of morn.