The Princess and her Knight

 The Princess and her knight  
 
In the highest tower, the princess sits locked Inside a her room, only a poet can save her, or emptiness will be her doom
 
She sees a dust cloud forming, is seems quite far away, is that a knight upon a steed, is he on his way
 
Closer and closer, until at last he is in sight, riding on his White charger, he is a wondrous sight
 
Clattering across the draw bridge, then you hear a yell, then the sound of clashing swords and then a silence fell
 
Footsteps on the stone towers stair echo in your room, is this the poet, whose come to end your doom
 
With an almighty crash and splinters the cell door opens wide, insteps the poet, your joy you cannot hide
 
He steps in so close to you, he wipes away your tears, he's come to give you poetry to chase away your fears
 
To tell you of your beauty, to mend your broken heart, to make you feel desired, though your miles apart
 
For the poet sends his heart in words, his sword and shield are rhyme, there to fight the demons, and self doubt from inside your mind
 
So take his hand sweet damsel, there's no need to be in distress, your poets here to protect you, to show he loves you best
 
Ron