The cold winds appeared to mock

the maiden tied up to a rock.

Brought by a silent, horse drawn wagon

to serve as supper for a dragon Striagorn,

and from her cruel and stony bed

these are the plaintive words she said

"Will no one save me from this fate

too dreadful far to contemplate.

My Hero! TANGOO Please don't hesitate

or else, I fear, you'll be too late."

 

Thence came a pure and gentle knight;

He rode up from the land of light.

A handsome and upstanding fellow

with posture bold and manner mellow.

He'd brought his hammer and sharpened blade

to try to save the hapless maid.

He said in tones so loud and clear,

"My Lady, Angel Heart, you need have no fear,

so shed not one more single tear.

Have courage damsel, TANGOO's here."

 

The dragon Striagorn, hearing from his cave

those ringing words, so fierce and brave.

Flew very quickly to the spot

with flaming coat and breath so hot.

Angry to hear this idle boast,

ready to turn the knight to toast.

The damsel screamed in mortal fright

"Will no one save me from this plight?

Where is my parfait, gentle knight

to neutralise this dragon's bite?

 

Then TANGOO drew his shining sword

with which he'd faced the Golden Horde.

He'd slain a Gungl, and killed a wizard

he wasn't frightened by an overgrown lizard.

He stood before the frightened girl

and gave his sword a skilful twirl.

He cried, "Come Striagorn, do your best !

Prepare to face your final test.

This sword will sleep within your breast,

before the sun sinks in the west."

 

Striagorn glared a baleful glare,

then rose to hover in the air.

The breath he breathed was fiery hot,

and suddenly, the knight TANGOO was not.

Where he had stood, so bold, so brash,

there rose a pile of smouldering ash.

The dragon spread his wings, and then

he took Angel Heart to his den.

She vanished from the sight of men,

and nevermore was seen again.

 

The moral of this story's clear;

The thing that hurts us most is FEAR!

For though it may seem quite absurd

If she had never said a word,

she might have stayed there through the night

Unheard, unnoticed, out of sight,

Then with the coming of the day

she might have found a cunning way

the rope to cut or knots to fray.

She might have even got away