Crimson Flower

In a land far, far away,
There came a day,
When a king locked up his daughter
And surrounded her with water,
To prevent her tower from being entered.
Right in front of her door, a three-headed dragon was centered.
Knights figured the woman needed to be saved.
For she was the woman that they craved.
Every day, the princess would sing.
Every day, a river of red, the tide would bring.
The princess was sad that no one could get by the beast.
Efforts to save her had ceased.
Until a brave knight found a way to cross the moat
And defeated the three-headed dragon with wood from his boat.
The princess watched with glee,
For this knight surely could set her free.
When the knight entered the tallest room of her dungeon tower,
He offered the princess a beautiful crimson flower.
She sang and graciously took the gift and asked to see her savior's face.
The knight obliged still kneeling in place.
The long red-braided hair shone brightly in the light.
The princess gasped as her savior was a female knight.
Angered by this trickery, the princess sprung foward and attacked her savior.
The princess latched on, beginning to perform a life-sucking behavior.
The knight was not entranced and stuck a sword inside.
The knight cried relief now that the succubus has died.
It was the song of the princess that called her husband, who was a knight.
No one else will be called tonight.