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Ever the Hero
“Oh, woe is me!” the heroine wailed
Whilst elsewhere the hero paled:
“Not another damsel in distress
How do they get themselves in this mess?”
Arming himself with all he could carry
The hero did not dither or tarry
Atop his strong and trusty steed
Away to the rescue the hero did speed
He had taken the oath that all heroes swore:
To ride without fear into the breach once more
And to do his very best at whatever cost
The meaning of which was not lost
On a hero who had fought many such fights
Who never questioned the wrongs or rights
Of rescuing damsels in distress
Even if they were the cause of their own mess
For this damsel, to him, was not unknown
To her rescue before he had flown
A dragon it was last time, a fearsome foe,
What the threat was this time he didn’t know
He was sure it would involve a bloody confrontation
Which, afterwards, would result in another invitation
To share for the night the rescued damsel’s bed
He might be a hero, but let it not go unsaid
That he was also just a man with manly needs
And sowing his many manly seeds
Between the thighs of a woman so recently afraid
Was one hell of a satisfying way to be repaid
For doing battle with a ferocious enemy
And emerging from the battle victoriously.
So our reluctant hero is twice over admired
On horseback and in the bedroom is equally desired
Although bloodied and tired he was not yet bested:
Ever the hero he performed exactly as requested!
“Oh, woe is me!” the heroine wailed
Whilst elsewhere the hero paled:
“Not another damsel in distress
How do they get themselves in this mess?”
Arming himself with all he could carry
The hero did not dither or tarry
Atop his strong and trusty steed
Away to the rescue the hero did speed
He had taken the oath that all heroes swore:
To ride without fear into the breach once more
And to do his very best at whatever cost
The meaning of which was not lost
On a hero who had fought many such fights
Who never questioned the wrongs or rights
Of rescuing damsels in distress
Even if they were the cause of their own mess
For this damsel, to him, was not unknown
To her rescue before he had flown
A dragon it was last time, a fearsome foe,
What the threat was this time he didn’t know
He was sure it would involve a bloody confrontation
Which, afterwards, would result in another invitation
To share for the night the rescued damsel’s bed
He might be a hero, but let it not go unsaid
That he was also just a man with manly needs
And sowing his many manly seeds
Between the thighs of a woman so recently afraid
Was one hell of a satisfying way to be repaid
For doing battle with a ferocious enemy
And emerging from the battle victoriously.
So our reluctant hero is twice over admired
On horseback and in the bedroom is equally desired
Although bloodied and tired he was not yet bested:
Ever the hero he performed exactly as requested!
Quote by Rebellious_Soul
From underneath
I'm under the bed.
An old shirt in hand.
The scent welcoming and strong.
I close my eyes.
Block out the lies.
Pretending nothing is wrong.
The shirt dries my tears,
That nobody hears.
Wishing once again I was home.
Holding you near,
Calming my fear.
Even though I am actually alone.
This poem is beautiful. I could instantly relate to your words in my own way. You conveyed emotions so real with excellent imagery. The writing is very well done.
Hello Rick! Thanks, but you ought to move forward. I don't share well.