The Knight In Shining Armour
There was the little girl,
She shared a hope,
Untied her headband,
And held out as rope,
For the Knight in Shining Armour,
Guarding the door,
The Armour was propped,
No Knight in the core;
He, who was swimming,
In a fantasy pool,
Sensed calmness as reality,
For it appeared, cool;
Careless as he was,
Blinded with glee,
His vision was, blurred,
So he could not see,
When the Prince entered,
Dressed in rags,
He offered no water,
The Prince was, turned back.
The little girl wept,
So as she seemed to be,
Eternal longing for the Prince,
To set the Knight, free.
Stricken with grief,
The Knight ran out,
Leaving his shining armour,
At the door, stout;
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