She walked around the crowd in rags
in crowed alleys and byways
full of shame with head held low
a derelict of highways
a song of sorrow she did sing
of a broken heart and wing
of sadness in the soul so deep
the dragon only knew her keep.
The Dragon:
The dragon by another name
came in bottles filled with shame
outrageous actions were all told
in pubs and barrooms as in old
days of bawdiness and sass
from the lips of that young lass
the knights did not behold her well
and walked with her into their hell
and judged her on the rack of pain
when they themselves had done the same.
Ask me not from whence it came
it came and
I put it down again.
