Thirteen generations since the mighty sea monster came;
poisoned the prince, devoured the queen and left the old king lame.
He left behind his dragon's riddle with a rhyme of prophecy.
And thus, he spoke by the castle mote for all to hear and see.
"Savage heart may not be slain except by the blood of Serenity.
Thirteen generations hence on the full moon I return.
A maiden then of thirteen years I will require of thee.
If she is not willing, then her father's house must burn."
Down through the generations, an alter was built at the place
where the lovely queen had lost her life, much to the king's disgrace
And the story was told of the dragon's words among the sages and seers.
Magicians plotted a righteous revenge down through the waiting years.
The alter and temple, long fell away, where took place the royal slaughter,
tonight, there by the light of the moon lay the brave king's only daughter
She offers herself, a sacrifice, upon the moonlit, midnight hour
Her only comfort is the sleepy scent of a magical flaming flower.
Her mother's joy, her father's pride; a princess like divinity
with an angel's face and heaven's grace, they call her name, Serenity
Silently she clutches the dainty petals to her breast
forgetting the stinging nettles and trying to do her best
For around the stem of the beautiful blooms rest razor crested knives,
the aroma rising in sweet perfume from the protector of her life
Now, at last, the midnight hour and the sea begins to churn.
Sweet Serenity is unafraid, her father's house shall never burn.
With a bloody hand she reaches out to touch the dragon's scales
And sends him writhing away in pain with mighty roars and wails.
Thus, the prophecy is fulfilled, the princess; spared all pain
with the bllod of Serenity spilled, the savage heart is slain.
All the kingdom around is filled with shouts of joy and laughter
Serenity is proclaimed the hero of happily ever after
The ancient alter is washed away on the sandy glittering shore
And the dragon's words no longer hold sway in the land of Evermore.