Knight is his armor
Damsel in her tower
Who are we, really
Under the facade?
Beyond the fantasy?
The knight stands
With his golden armor
And jewelled scabbard
Itching for his next ****
Or his next drink
Blood looks like wine
Under pale moonlight
The damsel, fretting
But not distressing
She has never known
The outside of her walls
She will take leaps of faith
And fall flat, or fly
Is risk worth reward?
These are the stories of old
The fantasies we tell ourselves
Not knowing the world
Is so much deeper than ink
And we enter woods
Expecting wolves
And leave with boys
Not knowing both hunger
For something, at least
And we know now
How to slay dragons, but
Not the ones within ourselves
We have seen our happy endings
But we have yet to attain them