The Riddle of the Maiden in White

Face of beauty, heart of cold

Silken hair, a lust for gold

The princess of Halvendale 

So beautiful and fair

Was taken from her people

By a dragon in the air

Captive in its lair she'll wait

For a knight to change her fate

For months, she prays

But cursed she stays

For if not soon, too little too late

Knights, warriors from many lands

Come to slay dragon with their hands

They hope to be rewarded

 by tales of their might

And win the hand and heart 

of the Maiden in White

But this prize, not theirs to claim

And many will die by dragon's flame

For her betrothed only has the power to see

That the Dragon of Halvendale 

is not what she seems.