Dragon Slayer

Be still, my hand, let me grip more tightly
the hilt of my trusted sword,
forged to rid the world of this dragon.
Allow me to smite the mighty beast where he lay,
among his trove of plundered riches.
I feel the magic surging through me,
I will not fail.
May my shield protect me from the flames,
may my helm deflect the rocks that should fall.
A personal fire burns inside me;
Good must prevail!
I hear him sleep, the wretched creature
Unnoticed, I slip in, fearing the worst.
The legends are true of the dragon's grandeur.
Shall I go back, or stay true to my quest?
Moving slowly forward,
I hear him snoring, or is it laughter?
But mine is the last
as my blade finds its mark
and the dragon's evil flame is extinguished...