A lonely martyr,
Complete at his job,
Was aware of a damsel,
Which was alone with a mighty sob,
She tore down walls,
Bringer of a horrid screech,
She disabled all the castle's men,
And was an enemy against what we would preach,
She came unto her own,
Basking in his overwhelming greatness,
He fought mightily for her heart,
Even though she was with a heavy lateness,
His fight was not in vain,
Nor was her purge of terrors,
Her dreams were melodious,
He then disappeared all of her horrors.
Your damsel seems fierce..
ReplyDeleteFierce beyond compare. Definitely in distress also.
ReplyDeleteSave her then incognito knight, she is waiting.
ReplyDeleteThis knight will scale the castle walls, but he'd await her long hair to drape over the side.
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