Week 2: Artifice (1-0) vs. NYCSPITZ (1-0) - ARTIFICE WINS BY NO SHOW

[Artifice]

thy name is St. George, a knight from famed days of yore
with my escapades stored in scribed pages of lore
chasing satanic creatures divine nature abhors
maimed & slain by my sword in the righteous name of the lord
whispers lately speak of this cave dwelling scaly treat
w/ razor teeth & tongue to tail length which scaled eighty feet
a dangerous demon breathing in flames to speak
so i hasten to leave & make way to sacredly slay the beast
by the reins i reach the terrain where it sleeps & lays
try to sneak but from the shade somebody speaks my name
princess gretchen, who wishes for a pet to leash & train
she plans to domesticate the beast, impress him to be meek & tame
disagreement abounds from our different visions of how
the situation should play out whenever the lizard is found
in the end the miss represents the will of the crown
came to its defense which prevents me from killing it now
a storm unexpected brews as night pursues etched in gloom
& Gretchen becomes restless & stressed under the crescent moon
to address her mood i sung her a special tune
which expressed the view it would eject the cave by day & we would catch it soon
an attempt i had to endure & gladly it worked
for i had her passion preserved with the minstrel's magical words
but my attraction had me off track, for it hadn't occurred
this lack of focus meant we didn't notice that the dragon emerged
with its wing-span exposed it begins to advance
but the princess isn't stressed, instead she just sticks with the plan
so as I stab its neck & its blood drips from this lance
she fastens her strap, a leash that at least gives it a chance
my failure to slay equates the princesses success
measured i best remain as we venture on a most treacherous trek
& what to expect when we return to the town
will the dragon become it's pet or simply let it catch & burn to the ground