The Fire breathing Dragon's Tale

High on Dragon Peak, where fireflies roam, And bubbling lava makes a fiery home, Lived Ignis, a dragon, scales bright and bold, With stories untold, like legends of old.

Sir Reginald, a knight so grand, With shining armor and sword in hand, Heard whispers of treasure, a shimmering prize, Guarded by Ignis, beneath fiery skies.

Then Pixie, a fairy with wings like the dawn, Flew swiftly to warn, before the next morn. "Brave dragon," she chirped, "the knight is near, He seeks your gold, fueled by greed and fear!"

Ignis roared loud, a tremor and blast, Protecting the lands, built to last. Sir Reginald charged, a courageous knight, His sword met the fire in the fading light.

They battled and clashed, the air thick with smoke, But Pixie's magic, a whimsical stroke, Turned Reginald's sword into lilies so sweet, A field of soft petals beneath dragon feet.

Sir Reginald, humbled, saw Ignis's might, And knew that the dragon was gentle and right. He bowed to the dragon, his quest put to rest, And left the gold guarded, as Ignis knew best.

So Ignis reigns still, on Dragon Peak's crest, With Pixie and lilies, putting greed to the test. The castle is safe, the dragon's fire burns, And a lesson of kindness eternally learns.