People running and screaming, from fire,
The crimson red flames soon rising higher.
Burnt cinder bricks hurling down to the ground,
And high from the sky came a wretched sound.
The sky lit up red as the creatures flew,
Black wings of demons blocked your whole view.
Horrible dragons attacking our town,
These horned flying monsters shall burn us down.
The heavens break loose and rain starts falling,
The archers prepare, no one is lolling.
The swords sparkle with silver and courage,
No one of fighting these creatures will hedge.
The positions are taken, on birds they will fly,
Arrow by sword, they will fight till they die.
An outcast, was I, so long ago,
My face, a thing I could show.
Rejected by the land was I,
A lonely outcast, I could only cry.
Then came a night in late September,
A starry night I would remember.
And as a star flew by I made my wish,
An old man came and told me this.
"On thy horse ride with me,
To the castle by the sea.
Tis' the dragon you must slay,
Save the maiden and the day.
Follow me, the path is near,
To the dragon the people fear.
You'll receive the maiden's hand,
And the loyalty of the land."
So I followed him, the wise old man,
First I rode, then I ran.
I charged at the dragon with my sword,
Knowing of the great reward.
I struck it once, I struck it twice,
My sword's blade, completely precise.
And as dragon, wounded, died,
"You're my hero" the lady cried.