A TWIST IN THE TALE

This is a twist in the story of the knight in shining armor, the princess locked in a tower and the dragon with great power.The story unfolds as the knight rides to his princess's rescue...or does he?

Let me tell you a tale, a story, a lesson

of a knight in shining armor

of a dragon, with immense power

of a princess locked in a tower.

On a glittery, gold morning

with sunrays kissing the rooftops

A knight in shining armor

Packs a little box.

The box was full of treasures

A gift for his damsel in distress.

However, little did the knight know, 

she had never called out for help.

So on a glittery, golden day

Awaiting whatever lay,

The knight set out on his horse, sword in hand,

To a far-off, unheard land.

The princess of the tower 

was brushing her hair 

When the dragon’s shadow appeared on the wall, 

giving her a tremendous scare.

She brushed off her fear, with a gentle smile.

It had been long, since she saw it flying.

Her hand reached out to his scales, domed and cold, 

Scarred with wounds of battles old.

The dragon of power, a beast so great

had learned to love, than to hate.

All green and silver, with majestic wings, 

and scales gleaming like a thousand rings. 

An affectionate bond, between the princess and her pet

Was coming to an end, as the sun set.

For the knight in shining armor had arrived, for his damsel in distress

but little did he know, she had never called out for help.

Seeing the dragon with the princess, 

The knight charged, strength renewed.

And to the save the princess, 

A fearsome battle ensued.

The princess begged the knight to stop, 

but rage and pride had him blind.

To save the princess, killing the dragon

was the only solution he could find.

A massive blow to the beast’s heart

The green- silver scales gone.

In its place was a statue

of a dragon, forlorn.

The knight in blood- stained, shining armor, 

climbed atop the tower

After defeating such power

His knees began to cower.

For the sight that beheld him, 

was not his damsel in distress.

It was a seemingly ordinary maiden, 

wearing the likeness of a mourning dress.

For the dragon, who was her friend

Had loved her to no end.

And the knight satiated with his kill, 

Had suddenly stood still.

For he had taken away a life

and an innocent one at that.

And all his life, his damsel

would curse and call him mad.

He realized his mistake after, 

That he had understood cries when it was the princess’s laughter.

And in the dragon she had found a friend.

she was smiling for joy, not calling for help.

Let me tell you a tale, a story, a lesson

Of a knight who realized mistakes after, 

Of a dragon whose heart could not have been softer.

 

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