The Good Dragon Knight

In the forest, green and deep, Where ancient trees their secrets keep, Sunlight dappled, shadows long, A knight and dragon, where they belong.

Sir Reginald, with shining mail, Wasn't fighting, no need to wail. For Sparky, scales of emerald bright, Wasn't breathing fire with all his might.

Hanging out, beneath a tree, A knight and dragon, wild and free. Sir Reginald strummed his little lute, While Sparky hummed a happy toot.

Suddenly, the ground did shake, The forest trembled, for goodness sake! A Gloomcloud crept, a purple haze, Threatening to darken all their days.

The Whispering Woods began to sigh, As magic flowers began to die. Sir Reginald jumped up, sword in hand, "We have to stop this, across the land!"

Sparky roared, a mighty sound, And launched himself above the ground. They soared and flew, a fearless pair, To fight the Gloomcloud in the air.

The knight with courage, bold and true, And Sparky, breathing skies of blue, With magic spells and fiery breath, They fought the Gloomcloud, close to death.

They chased the Gloomcloud far away, Until it vanished, day by day. The Whispering Woods began to bloom, Dispelling all the awful gloom.

Back in the forest, safe and sound, Upon the mossy, hallowed ground, Sir Reginald, with weary sigh, Pulled out a sandwich from his supply.

"Peanut butter and jelly," he said with glee, "The best reward, you'll both agree!" And Sparky gobbled, with happy squeals, Sharing sandwiches, made happy meals.