Not A Damsel In Distress

He urges the horse to go faster. So that he may come face to face with the girl Of his dreams. The princess in the tower Would soon be his.

As he climbs the stairs He can't help but grin, For he knows that Once he rescues her, She'll forever be his.

He opens the door to Her bedroom. To see someone asleep in the bed, Cut off by a thin canopy veil curtain, Off the lightest of blues.

He pushes the curtain aside And softly calls her name. She wakes with a start, And stares up at him, Eyes fill with shock.

Then those deep green eyes fill with rage. She kicks him in the shin, And as he falls to his knees, she Kicks him in the face And smiles at the sound of a crunch.

Listen to me she says, I don't like it when people trespass. Prince or not, this Is my home, and Your not welcome.

He looks at her Breathtakingly beautiful face. How could one so angelic, Be filled with Such malice?

I'll give you one warning, Her bell like voice drips with venom. Leave and don't come back, For I'm not some Damsel in distress.