Damsel In Distress


I walk with conviction, with my eyes on the prize
Top of forlorn tower, there she lies
With golden brown hair and tinted lips
Within herself the ethereal beauty she keeps
On my quest, on my journey to find
My damsel in distress, one of a kind

Fragile as glass, sophisticated as a rose
She waits for a savior, and time goes
A knight in shining armor, with a Damascus sword
Will free her of her fetters, give her a reward
She longs for the day I will wield
Free her and become her shield

I see the tower, I see the place
I search for Helen-esque beauty, I meet her gaze
What I see exasperates and irritates me
She is ready to jump from the tower, with a face full of glee
The rope’s ready, just touching the ground
Jumped to her freedom, the lady, gowned

She runs and rejoices as the green carpet touches her feet
She rolls and feels earthly warmth, as with her body the ground meets
I see from afar, witness her antics
My ears pierce with her joyous shrieks
She seems to be content, being a real charmer
She seems to have found he own knight in shining armor

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