And so he lifts his sword, glittering silver dances along its clear edge.
The great beasts rears is gargantuan head, pointed fangs like giant pikes. It's eye aflame with red. It's scales, a dark and looming mahogany. A brooding and heated breath seeping from its giant mouth.
Within this moment, he lifted his shield and the words pounding against his skull with the symphony of the sun.
"Don't surrender..."
His eyes tear open and they shine a crystalline blue, and all the light of heaven through them scream; "Yield, Yield!"
Yet the beast, unrelenting, did not.
Inferno consumed the glistening knight. That Knight in shining armor, drowned in fire and brimstone.
And all the light dimmed,
and the fires grew brighter.
And the tears of a some dulcer maiden fell upon the darkened earth.
"Remember...
Remember..."
And from the fire rose his shield, bright red and glowing.
And the knight stood vigilant, an exalted stand.
The shining silver glinted once.
And a great light stormed through the flames, and pierced the shadows.
And so the great beast fell, upon the dark earth.
The knight stood, towering over the beast that dwarfed him.
In both hands he held that glimmering silver sword, and with both hands he finished it. Driving it into the Dragon's flesh, and forever ending this conflict.
And to his dulcer maid, in her tower who stood in awe at this great feet. He removed his helm, and for that first time she saw him, and loved him.
To look into those crystal orbs, in which she drowned. She removed her sash and let it fall, and into his hand with which he accepted it. Closing that silver gauntlet around it, and her heart.
And the hearts of the ages, and the children who would remember tihs great feat.
"Remember, remember... on that december morn."