Dragon's breath

I am so tired of dealing with this piece tonight. I'll edit it later. I am aware of its problems.


To send before the mirrored force, standing beyond the glare
a so crossed sainted knight and the maiden so fair, Zur
United in stance and heart, with locks that entwine
a single beating that ravished the land of Thine

With crimsoned clovers and daffodils the dragon Muir laid amidst
One purpose seized the fire that creeps upon his breath
to hold within his clutches, the red that floated fine,
the sweetness of her scented bloom that traveled through her lover's mind

Reflected within, not without, I watched beyond the realm,
the taking of the sword, his blade, as he held it to her lips
"Be my strength, the guided force, that strikes upon its flesh
the tough UN-manacled armored hisser that lays within the mist”

It is so, as she kissed the silver pure and passed her fingers upon the sharp; the blood blessed her knighted suitor
This virgin love fell before his feet,
weeping with guided remorse as she made her final plea,
"Be not the one that lingers dead that dreams can only see
Conquer the vile upon his breath and bring his tongue to me”

He wandered into midnight, the blackness took it toll
with rips and tears from mangled trees, dense within the fold
Her tears became the arrows, that gathered up the light
Within the dark a brightened path to guide her sweet knight

The stench took its seat upon his flared demands
As he crossed from now, into never, never land
The thunder rose and charred the field hundred feet or more
This knight alone, a sad replenish against the foe of four
The dragon green, shimmered, with the sweet that permeated man
To have, to hold, to its delight the maiden within its grasp

He took his sword that so been blessed, the kiss that felt so far
And swiped upon the meadow blades to test the sharp of Zor
He hide beneath the shadows, beneath the dragon's breast
Darting in and darting out upon the cunning test
It bent its head, directed flames that glowed upon the land
Scorching the just scent of man and its own tender flesh

The knight had his honor and took his Zor in hand
and with a thrust beneath the breast that laid the heart of Muir
sainted by her tender touch he drove the blade of pure
He rolled up from under, quickly to the wail
Just before the dreaded beast laid upon the spell
"I shall have, it is mine" the knight let out a scream
And with a stroke it was his, the tongue did not bleed

The light was that of fables, that showed upon the Muir
and with a wisp, the breeze did blow within the land of Thine
While upon the shadowed ashes of the dragon that once stood
appeared the maiden Zur to bond with her sweet knight
Now for favor, just reward, as the softness of blood shall flow
on linen and lace the trails of victory upon their wedding bed
'Tis the night for lovers meant upon the dragon's breath