The dragon’s breath on his princely head
In a moment the beast will see him dead
But out of the sly of his eye he glimpses a maiden fair
With innocent staring eyes and white hair
Fear must derail its course
He will defeat this brute with courage not force
His legs tense, his sword loose
The monster leers at his weapon knowing its use
The two lunge and meet in air
Like two Roman gods of despair
But quick as a flash the sword disappears
And the beast has fallen after many years
The maiden loosens herself from her fear
And runs quickly to her princely dear
And y equals mx plus b
I’m back from the world only I can see
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