If you really boil it down
all we are, are just numbers,
When we're put together it fills us with wonder
like a beautiful evening gown.

Me and you can be plot on a line,
my hand traces each of your wondrous curves,
and babe I know you're much more than I deserve,
my love for you is a constant I easily define.

However, life might subtract your variable from my life,
Moved to the other side of the equation,
Separated my mind thinks of you on every occasion,
Despite this there is nothing i wont do to make you my wife

With a pen in my hand, I don't seek to be a hero,
don't be scared of our rate of change,
I'll move to the other side of the equation as a fair exchange,
And we'll be together, until our limit approaches zero.

For every knight, an adventure awaits.
He traverses through the perilous chasms
of the demons of his reality,
Even the slog of Belphegor's swamp,
or the field of chivalry
where other knights dare challenge him,
Nothing will impede the quest for his princess.

His confidence: his steed,
His willpower: his armor,
but his Excalibur is nothing more than his desire,
to which cuts down everything that obstructs his way.
The fire blazing in his heart
immolates his entire being,
The trailblazer will charge toward his princess.

But quietly, the silver snake rattles behind him.
With each link, it constricts:
tightening, choking, draining,
Frantic he turns,
desperately reaching to find this adversary.
The scaly one skulks through unnoticed
but ever present it stalks his pray,
And finally after binding his beloved freedom,
His princess is left waiting


Metallic wheezes of his steed
scratch through the air like nails on a chalkboard,
littered on the bloodstained grass
lay shattered remains of his breastplate torn asunder.
His most treasured blade now dulled,
incapable of cutting through the thirst of his ambition
The knight is draped across the floor,
a doormat to an abandoned home,
With his final breath his last thoughts are of his Rapunzel,
as his torch finally extinguishes.