The Dragon and The Dame
We know it all too well, The story of the Dragon and the Dame
In which she was confident the beast she would tame
But she fell prey to the monster’s eyes
So lost she couldn’t tell the truth for the lies
It started as a venture to save his life
He bared his fangs, threatened with claws
She took it in stride, analyzing his flaws
This daily battle oddly filled her with relief
Already she was trapped behind the Dragon’s teeth
Becoming victim to love’s bondage
Her pure heart was a willing hostage
She was warned, this was a corrosive gave
Heed them she did not, as she was drunk off his intoxicating flame
A flame that scorched her very soul
Turning to ash in his hands was her role
She loved him & his corruption, loved him to death
A smoldering end was all that was left
Another dame gone, his daft flame had spoken
But this one was one too soon, and left the Dragon broken
He realized too late, you shouldn’t destroy what you love
He was toxic, he made a crow from a dove
He was corrupt, but she didn’t hesitate to save
But his only concern was turning her heart into his slave
Without her the beast felt meager and meek
His toxic heart deliberately grew weak
Scales withered to decay, the end is nigh
Without the healing of the Dame, the Dragon did die
The self-corrosion was abated by the naïve dame
But his own nature killed her and himself all the same
Tale as old as time, this vicious circle never ends
The game will just change players, and begin again