Rescuing The Damsel In Distress Poem by Leslie Alexis

Damsel... damsel, dear,

Damsel sweet.. you're quite a treat.
The pleasure is mine that we meet,
But pity it's when you're in despair,
When forced winds blow through your hair;
A beauty that is matched by your smile's.
Angel eyes, woe to he who gives you trials.

Walk behind me, I'm mighty strong,
But there you cannot stay for too long.
Love says, 'teach her to stand on her own.'
What if when in need I'm on the throne,
Shipping the spoils to another land?
Your adversary must fall by your hand.

So pick up this riffle and learn to shoot.
Prince or pauper, I pity the brute
Whose generations will fall by steel;
Aim not to kill, but make his pain real...
Don't get me wrong, I love rescuing thee,
It is an undertaking that I do humbly,

But your smile is better without fear.
To angels', and theirs alone, does it compare.


Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis