I awoke one day to a strange sight,
trapped in forever with many a brave knight,
and distressed damsels, seeking a savior
full of valour, to aid her…in her time of need.
For only the truly honourable
can swing a mighty sword
fast enough to slay all their dragons.
Each knight tried…each knight failed,
and their broken bodies littered the field.
Gnawed bones scattered ‘cross the meadow
till all that was left, past knight’s shadows.
Now there is but one—me, a lone warrior
with no experience; all that stands
to fight the mighty lizard.
And fight I must, I slash and I thrust
my sword cuts through scales.
It seems I cannot fail.
So, thrust and slash
steel flashes, blood splashes
and the dragon falls.
I’ve answered the damsels’ calls.
and then I wake up
with a bottle in hand;
to drink, never again.
© September 19, 2010 CRF