If I Were A Princess And You Were A Knight

Come rescue me from the castle
I’m chained to the highest spire;
A dragon guards the trestle;
Cruel vines crawl up the brier.

There’s three things that you need,
To spring me from the tower:
First you’ll need to bleed,
To make the cruel vine flower.

Then you’ll need a magic draught,
To make the dragon snore-
And as soon as he wakes not,
Open the drawbridge door.

And then, of course, a single kiss:
To break the enchantment’s spell,
Then, wrapped so tightly in your arms;
Thus happily ends my tale.