[Dearg]

There once was a witch, protected yet enslaved by a Dragon King,
and since birth she has lived expected to array his rabid dreams.
Turning them into reality, she helped him rule kingdoms and kill sons,
burning millions of casualties; spells so cruel, no freedom just spilled blood.
She wasn't his queen by any means, she was just his weapon of war,
a loveless being like the Dragon King bared too much aggression for warmth.
He lit her family on fire when she was a child and forced her to watch,
this calamity like a choir in her mind, while her scorn burns and plots.
When there's no bodies to torch or gold to steal, what will be her fate?
The ideas are alarming of course, though she kneels as she teeters escape.

Her features are framed across the land, her beauty known far and wide,
some dreamers pray to God for a chance, producing gold by the starlight.
She lingers in a dungeon beyond the clouds, only birds can cater to her heart,
a seeker of love and freedom, denounced; her words are prayers in the dark.
There's layers to her scars, each showing a sign of good in an evil demeanor,
sharp like alligators and sharks with glowing eyes that make people believe her.
If she could escape then she could find a way to finally save this precious planet,
in ball and chain, she can't ever change it's spiraling fate from restless damage.
One day a dove appears, a letter tied to it's leg, though she's cautious to read it,
she overcomes her fear, her mind then stressed to withhold thoughts of freedom.

A prince from the mountains has prepared an army to save the witch,
spirits from eternal fountains, black bears and silver back apes unhinged.
Soldiers with swords made by elves and dwarves swinging war axes,
boulders to storm with arrows and spells, swarms of fairies born placid.
Eagles the size of houses, kings who've lost their people to the Dragon,
beetles, mice and falcons, freed by God just to fair with regal passion.
Their stories so tragic, she cried before she reached the end of the letter,
and maybe glory and magic can find a way to defeat this demon forever!
On a piece of paper, with blood and tears she'd only written two words,
"THANK YOU", as she cuffed it and steered the pigeon through the curse.

Days bleed through as she weeps awaiting a sign of hope,
praying for her dreams to reach that fading light and stroke.
She holds onto the window ready to leap if it doesn't come,
the stones and meadow below, a melody the buzzards sung.
A fairy flails around and announces the war has scattered,
sharing the details, astounded, the witch forms a ladder.
Though as she takes that first step, she begins to think...
"what'll really change with his death, why pretend I'm free?
If he falls, there'll just be another king, and is he any better?
He's wronged me but in a lover's dream, he's my protector!

The witch casts a spell that poisons the prince and his thieves,
the dragon cracks his tail and destroys this resistance with ease.
The dragon asks her for forgiveness and offers her peace,
but after she can answers, he'd swallowed her in one piece.

Her last words were...

"If the taste of freedom renews my search of escape,
then why waste my kingdom, my jewels or desert my fate?"