The Dragon.

Princess, you don't want this,
No throne, no crown, no Prince,
I've seen you in the courtyard,
when no one's around,
I've watched you dance barefoot,
over leaves that make no sound.

This love'll be a fairytale,
something old folks'll tell,
You'll be the Princess,
locked in the tall tower,
I'll be the guy in armour,
rusting and tired saviour.

But Daddy expects, and Daddy wants,
appointed a saviour and more,
And Mommy loves, and Mommy needs,
your tale will be one of lore.

But behind every tower there's a Dragon,
with green scales and sharp teeth,
On every misson their's an obstacle,
but what if that obstacle is... Me.