Damsels were so convenient
in the days of olde,
No one dare deny you,
a rescue oh so bold.
Call upon a maiden,
to her window then she comes,
Her heartstrings start to flutter,
her pulse rate starts to thrum.
Suffer through a trial,
a test, poem, or fight,
And upon the brave winning,
the maiden sees the light.
Abounding from her tower,
her dungeon or mental prision,
She hurtles into your arms,
quite the lovely vision.
Nowaday’s it’s different,
the tests, trials, and fights,
No longer mean you’ll even win,
this damsel’s love outright.
Sometimes she does ignore you,
or picks the losing choice,
You can scream and cry out at love,
until you lose your voice.
Where have all the damsels gone?
those in need of love and care.
Tell me I must really know!!!
I will be soon to travel there.
simplyintoxic8in 