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