The dragon fierce, the hero brave, and the battle rages on.
The fire burns, the sword, it cleaves, and the fight will soon be won.
The lizard’s dead, the hero worn, but the princess, she is gone.
The rains here fall, the earth’s made wet, and his eyes pour rivers too.
The prize is lost, his hope deferred, and the clouds cover the sun.
The light is dark, his heart is broke, and the hero swears he’s through.
The dragon dead, the princess dead, and the hero comes no more.
The tyrant’s fierce, the people fear, and the victory’s undone.
The sword remains, no wielder comes, and we hope for days of yore.
Tale Told 