The Great Dragon Of Wadeer

There was a great dragon,

In southern Wadeer,

that ate all the maidens,

from the town his cave was near.

He was shiny and black,

with scales like steel,

so hard in fact,

no arrow could he feel.

Breath like sulfur,

from the fire that he breathes,

charred black bodies,

the only evidence he leaves.

Everywhere he flew,

the people hid in fear,

all knew this dragon,

The great Dragon of Wadeer.

One day the dragon

saw a maiden of the west,

out all he had eaten,

this maiden looked to be the best,

so he would give this one a chance,

instead of just eating her like the rest.

So he snatched up the maiden,

and flew to his nest,

and there he made the deal,

with the maiden of the west.

He handed he a lute,

and told her to play,

and if it helped him rest,

she would live to see another day.

She picked up the lute,

and made it sing,

not long after snoring started,

from the sound she was able to bring.

When the maiden knew

he was fast asleep,

she stabbed the dragoon in the eye,

and he died without a peep.

Thanks to the maiden,

people would no longer fear,

This big strong, stupid dragon,

The Great Dragon of Wadeer.