On the top of a gray mountain sits a high Castle keep
Where a red dragon guarding my fair princess sleeps
She sits alone in the highest tower you see
And dreams of a day when she'll finally be free
I gather my armor and mount my fair steed
Sheathing my sword in case it I need
Stallion's hooves like thunder as we race on our way
And do not stop until night turns to day
When we arrive a fierce battle takes place
The knight and dragon fight face to face
Finally the great lizard falls to the ground
And I pull my sword from the motionless mound
Gathering my lady with a passionate kiss
We ride into the sunset, dizzy in bliss
For how good would a story truly be
Without the ending where everyone's happy?
I like this one, it's sweet. Are you talking about anybody spacific in this poem?
I like it, very cool and oldschool ish.. if you know what I mean.