Take Care, Milady

Within my lurid fairy tale, you aren't
The queen of anywhere beyond a tiny
Realm, my heart, but, nonetheless,
Your role is clear. You are the pure
And lovely woman. Any man would
Kill for you, but here is where my tale
Turns cloudy. Do you face some sort
Of peril? Should a knight ride to your
Aid, and, if so, would I be that man
In gleaming metal, on a horse, who
Reaches down, his hand in mail, and
Lifts you to his charger's back to carry
You to his desmesne, and happiness
On final page? Or should I call myself
The peril, monster, maybe, evil wizard,
Cooing at your castle door, another
Man who'd kill for you, and may, but
Not with good intent. Should you
Decide to come outside, he'd also
Place you on his horse, but he would
Then leave you in darkness, ever after
Sad? I wonder, will you need a knight
To rescue you from me?



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-12-27 at 23:31

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