The Legend of Sir Albert Drake

The Legend of Sir Albert Drake
A young, solemn squire was riding his horse
He was searching for a wrong to right
He made a vow to defend all helpless folk
To gain honor and the good words, “Sir Knight.”

The land was filled with villages and woods
The people worked in their fields every day
But at night they kept within their homes
Remembering stories of evil monsters who looked for a prey.

The night began with crying in the grove
A lovely female who must have felt deep pain
A devious troll had lured her pet
And kept him in his cave on a long, strong chain.

The fairy looked up at the handsome young man
He dismounted in the median of the trail
She explained that Floki was a gentle young dragon
And a gift from a wizard who was old and frail.

The knight mounted his steed and rode quite fast
He found the cave and heard the little pet cry
The troll was out to find some food
He’d be home before the sun lit up the sky.

He entered the cave and called Floki’s name
The dragon sat down and changed to look like a rock
The squire repeated the words the fairy had said
And the dragon changed again into a hawk.

There is a storyteller who says he knows for sure
That the knight went back to see maiden fair
In the grove was a shining shield he found by itself
With a dragon as it’s emblem, just laying there.

The name of Drake in England means dragon. Floki is Scandinavian for heroic Viking.