Goldenhair

On wrathful wings the dragon came,

driven by gold-lust to attack.

From the air it spewed forth fell flame

and wrought the town to smoking wrack.

Atop the hall it landed then;

roaring in rage, it ruin rained.

In fear fled all the mighty men,

‘til one small maiden there remained.

With sword and shield, she climbed the wall

and crept behind the dragon’s tail,

though fires danced across the hall.

With her blade she pried off one scale.

In fury, the beast whipped around

to greet with flames its little foe.

But the brave maiden stood her ground,

shielding herself from its cruel blow.

Between the beast’s legs she darted,

and thrust the scale into its chest.

Hot blood from the wound then started.

She plunged her blade into its breast.

Thus was the fearsome dragon slain

by a small maiden with golden hair.

She saved her kin from death and pain.

Let her name be unknown nowhere!