In shining armor, a knight was dressed from head to toe,
Though it weighed a hundred pounds, his movements were not slow.
Within his hand he tightly grasped the handle of his sword,
His purpose this day was to avenge his thoroughly disgraced lord.
The great red dragon, breathing fire, smoke, and soot,
Had crushed a dozen villages, with one claw of his foot.
He'd eaten fifty herds of sheep; his terror would not end,
And so the weak and frightened lord had named this knight to send.
Once an epic trek had claimed a good day of his time,
The cavern of the evil beast was not too hard to find.
There he stood, his march at end, with shield and sword in hand,
He carried with him more than that - the hope of all the land.
"Come out, vile thing!" The swordsman cried, his body did not shake,
Though the roar of evil echoed below, and was obviously awake.
A minute passed, then two, then three, while the knight prepared his blade,
"The dragon is but a trifle," he mused. "I will never be afrai