Savage fangs, ebon scales;
A shadow, long and cold -
Only a dragon would dare to deny her;
No mortal would e'er be so bold!
Her flashing eyes, her pallid skin,
Her hair like silken night,
Twin lips, rose-kissed -
He did resist! -
Her pride he did benight!
Who was this man to misregard
Or question a lady's will?
What scurrilous wretch
To a woman's heart would etch
The ghost of hope without goodwill?
If words are wind, she howled like a gale,
And was met with the zephyr's caress,
So the frigid, northern breeze
Brought the west wind to his knees,
And a tempest ravaged where they acquiesced:
Wild, and rollicking,
Ferally frolicking
Fingertips rending; the end to attend -
The dragon guards the queen
As the enemy convenes,
His silhouette a silent, sanguine portend.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Valnuary, in the year 635 AF.