Sat at an open lattice window,
A maiden lets out a desperate cry
In hopes a savior will appear
From the starry night sky.
This is a forlorn last hope
On the night before her wedding day
Of a forced marriage she cannot cope,
She dreads her world turning to gray.
There’s movement in the inky sky,
It just barely catches her eye.
Grows with every passing moment.
Soon the maiden realized its course,
Coming straight for her lattice window,
Flying fast and full force.
The monster was thrice the size of a horse.
The maiden stumbled from her seat,
Her heart thumped and breath caught in her throat.
The monster was snake-like and sleek,
It was no other than a dragon.
The beast landed on the building’s wall,
Sending a tremble through the room.
It stretched its neck through the window
And from its nostrils came a smoky plume.
The maiden cowered in the corner
Yet dared a glance at the foreigner,
Instead there was compassion,
Understanding, and maybe even
She suddenly believed in.
The beast had heard her prayer
And beckoned her out of her lair.
This was the savior she sought after,
Freedom was right in front of her.
She climbed onto the dragon’s back
And held on for dear life.
As the dragon expanded its wings,
She kissed goodbye her role as wife.
They sprang into the ebony night
And flew to a great height.
With the full moon to guide them,
The maiden was without any fright.