In the deepest darkest dungeons hidden from peering eyes
awaits the fire thrower shadows hides its size,
Powerful yet at peace to live a dreary life, protecting treasures of glory won by the yielding knives,
Steel to steel of battles once fought, the taking and plundering of things that cant be bought,
Times of the knight, Romance and being in control of ones land, merry men drinking wildly as women dance to their drunken demands,
Days to remember and memories that live forever, History and folklore retell the stories which go on without weather,
For I dream of the past and the sword raised up hi, to chase imaginary dragons shooting fire as they fly,
What imaginations for those who feared the unknown, excitement and life living underneath the kings thrown,
Maybe Id be just a peddler or a jester I might jest, either way Id go on a Dragon Quest and face the beast and hope that ive been blessed,
Even if pretending is all that I do, you’d still see me as a knight, your knight shining underneath a medieval moon..
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