A Sad Tale Poem by Thaddeus Thierisch

And it seemed to him as he had struggled with a dragon of nine heads
In order to free the imprisoned innocent girl from a high tower,
But it turned out that the girl, who wasn’t already innocent,
Only got bored sitting at home, under the supervision of parents,
Who were respectfully wishing the princess would foothold in a capital.

And it seemed to him that the Queen was a better part of the King,
But this “better part” said that he should stop rambling and grow up!
She wanted him to bring not a bouquet of flowers from meadows, but a half of his Kingdom,
At least. Otherwise the monarchy would be in danger. After all, the dragons should also be fed
And, you know, honor and glory weren’t a high-caloric diet for them.

And towers fell, the fortress walls swayed, and the dragons flew in
Thirsty for blood, torn by fierce oak doors,
Were noisy in dark corners, belching with sulfur and fire
But didn’t find anything to eat, because the King had already eaten himself,
Leaving only a heart-shaped stone, at which they could only strike their teeth.