Where are thou my Princess with flowing hair?
For I have slain the dragon within his lair.
Your returning champion has traveled far.
Three nights journey to be where you are.
My wounds, though deep, concern me not.
For the dragons breath was not this hot.
What burns white hot is my yearning passion for you.
Nothing can dissuade me. Not even the witch’s brew.
So come to me my Princess of Fire.
Come and quench my yearning desire.
Impale my sword and upon it do thrust.
Engulf your knight with your fiery lust.
Then calm your knight and soothe his brow.
Prostrate before you, will he humbly bow.
Upon you, my Princess, a crown I bestow.
Your magnificent beauty compels me so.