The Dragon’s Blaze

Upon the moor, where winds did wail,
And shadows stretched ‘neath moonlight pale,
A beast of fire and scales of gold
Did reign with fury, fierce and bold.

The mountain trembled at his roar,
A blaze that burned from shore to shore.
No knight nor king dared face his might,
For death was certain, swift as night.

But from the east, a witch did ride,
Her wand held firm, her heart untried.
She rode with purpose, fierce and fast,
To face the dragon's fiery blast.

"Beast of flame, I call thee now!"
She cried aloud, her voice a vow.
"Thy reign of terror ends this day,
For I shall bind thee, come what may!"

With wings like thunder, he took flight,
His breath aglow with searing light.
He scorched the sky, the earth below,
A raging storm of fire and woe.

Yet still she stood, her will unshaken,
By neither flame nor fear forsaken.
Her magic rose, a mighty shield,
The dragon’s blaze, though fierce, it sealed.

With ancient words and runes of old,
She wove her power, swift and bold.
The earth did quake, the heavens rang,
As witch and dragon's duel began.

The beast roared high, his eyes aflame,
But she, undaunted, called his name.
"Thou art bound, O dragon fierce,
Thy fire quenched, thy spirit pierced!"

The winds did howl, the skies did crack,
As power surged from front to back.
And in the tempest, 'neath the stars,
She chained the dragon with her scars.

At last, he bowed, his fire dimmed,
The flames that raged now grew to hymn.
The witch, triumphant, held her hand,
And thus the beast did heed her command.

Upon the moor, where he once reigned,
The dragon, tamed, in silence remained.
No longer wild, his fury quelled,
By witch’s might, her courage held.

And now they soar, both one and same,
The witch and dragon, bound by flame.
Her name lives on in legend’s lore,
The witch who tamed the dragon’s roar.

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